Words are just up there in our minds, minding their own word business. An infinity of possibilities swirling around in our human brain.
Are they asking to be great, wonderful, mind-blowing? Breath-taking, mysterious, sublime? Nope!
They simply are. But they don’t know that.
For words, and the other words surrounding them, words are just words. A series of signs put one after the other.
The sole business of a writer is to choose those words in order to tell a story.
Simple.
Clear.
Yes.
« Then why the words don’t work anymore », cries the exhausted mama writer.