I am a notorious wordsmith; this is my obsession.
I agonize over a conjunction or a preposition.
Adjectives are dear friends to me,
But my descriptive pals must let me see
A word painting come to life on the page!
I don’t count the words to set my gauge
Of whether I’ve said enough or way too much.
I brainstorm the words in a mad rush,
Then go back to the start and begin again.
I cut and I add, question and doubt, change and rearrange.
It’s like a Scrabble game; you make the words fit
With the luck of the draw, bit by bit,
Combined with the letters on the gameboard in play
To select words in a new and different way.
Such is the story and frank admission
Of a writer of words with a crazed obsession.
Deborah A. Bowman, wordsmith
