We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. ~ Anaïs Nin
Isn’t this the joy of writing? To taste again something so sweet, or so magical, that it stayed with us? To shudder once more at the delicious horror in the finest detail, so cunningly wrought in our words as to appear in our readers’ mind’s eyes and make them shudder as well?
I’m editing a story right now, picking and choosing the exact (I hope) right words to convey the perfect shade of meaning. I’m also selecting the most detailed imagery I can to suggest the emotions, to further the plot. It’s work, but yes, I’m in heaven. Words are bliss.
Happy writing. And reading.