ripple. flit.
rip. swerve.
I love the sound of a good word. Each word has its own feel, with syllables tripping, sliding, careening in, around, and out your mouth like liquid. 'Celerity' glides over the palate, a full-bodied and lingering wine. 'Hack' is spit out, visceral and guttural, like vinegar.
Both are good words. Both have their place, like all words.
That's what I strive to find out. Where words belong given a context, given a task. Why words affect the human psyche in unexpected but instinctual ways. What I must do to harness the power of those words.
I'm still learning, still trying -- everything is a matter of steps, of iterations, of going in different directions, trying new things.
I'll keep working on it.
In the mean time, please feel free to look around.