I’ve been a Jann Arden fan ever since I first heard “Insensitive” on the radio. Last year, I discovered Jann likes to keep journals and has even published some of her writing. So I purchased a copy of her selected journals called if i knew, don’t you think i’d tell you.
For those who might not know of Arden, here’s some information from the back jacket flap of the book: Born and raised in Calgary, Alberta, recording artist Jann Arden is undoubtedly one of Canada’s most precious resources. With six albums, 13 top ten singles, eight Juno Awards and a collection of other awards and honours, Arden’s “down home” personality has endeared her to millions of fans around the world. Away from her music career, Arden is an avid painter, active philanthropist and rising actress, having appeared in The Vagina Monologues, at the Just for Laughs comedy festival in Montreal and in feature films. if i knew, don’t you think it’d tell you? is Arden’s first book.
While just about every other journal entry in the book has touched me in some way, there is one post in particular about words that really struck a chord with me: We buy them every day. We need words to live. We hang them on our walls. Words are what I sell at the end of the day. We send them to our friends and our enemies. We need words to tell ourselves that we are here at all.
I immediately conjure up fifth grade playground wisdom that went something like “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” But we know that isn’t true. Words can hurt. Words can also heal and inspire. Spoken or written, as writers it is unbelievable the power we can compose somewhere between our fingertips and the buttons on the keyboard. We just have to say the right words.
Words might just be the easiest thing to remember whether it be the words to a song, a line from a movie, a passage from a book, advice from a parent, or quite simply the first time our companions said, “I love you.” In almost every review on this blog, we quote words from the books because they touched us in some manner. The reviews themselves are words constructed into opinions to discuss and inform. Words tell us where we are. They tell us what we are eating. They help us understand a movie that is in a foreign language. Words are one of the few art forms that can be written, spoken, seen, heard, and even read. We can read them in our mind to ourselves, or we can read them out loud. Words, and the ability to formulate the “right” words, are a writer’s creative fodder.
So, what are the right words? When I was in grade school, the Scholastic Book fair came around once a year and set up
in our school’s library for a week. I remember with the purchase of three books, you got a free poster of a tiger, a red corvette, or some horses running. So, while students were eagerly picking up copies of Charlotte’s Web, Bunicula, Heathcliff, Curious George, and Clifford, I fell in love with the 1987 Webster’s New World Thesaurus. It is the only thesaurus I have ever owned, and it sits on my desk today as a reminder to me of the writer I always wanted to be. Its pages are yellow. Its cover and binding are torn and wrinkled. And as you can see from the picture, the outer width of the pages was decorated with my name and initials in red sharpie letters years ago when kids wrote “I wuz here” on every surface they could find. Funny how even then we left our words behind to proclaim where we were. My 16 year old niece still does. There are tarnished paperclips still clipped to various pages inside. I rarely open the book today thanks to dictionary.com, but it is the words that I wrote (also in red sharpie) on the title page many years ago
that have always stuck out in my mind when I sit down at my desk and write. Those words are “Dare to be Different.”
Sooner or later, writers end up using the same words. A, an, and, but, and the immediately come to mind as a few words that you can practically find on every page of a book. But it’s the order of the words on the page that tell the story, that evoke emotion, that breathe life into our characters. The ability to use different words in different ways separate us authors from science fiction and mystery to romance and teen lit. But in the end, they are all the same. They are just words. Or are they? Can something so “black and white,” so grammatically correct, and properly spelled and formulated really be such a complex equation. They make us laugh. They make us cry. They keep us up at night. They bring us to our feet and make us clap our hands.
Words. From the writer’s brain, to the page, to the reader’s mouth and heart, the journey is vast and complex. Such power, these wonderful things called words hold over us.
Share with us some of your favorite words, whether they be a sentence from a book, a line from a song or poem, or something you remember from a speech or from a loved one. Post them as a comment here. For as writers and readers, we all need words to live by.
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This is one of my favorite quotes from a Successories poster titled Essence of Destiny:
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Choose your words, for they become actions. Understand your actions, for they become habits. Study your habits, for they will become your character. Develop your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
Every Easter, the Marvin clan would gather around the table and color eggs. While some families make pretty little pastel things with chicks and bunnies on them, we would go to work with crayons and craft such nuggets as:
If wishes were fishes we’d have a mess fried, if horse turds were biscuits we’d eat ’til we died (just try fitting THAT on an egg, I dare you)
and
Ardith and Ophelia fart a lot in church to get their own pew (friends of the family… sorry if they were relatives of yours, we didn’t actually think they farted a lot in church)
and
Spring has sprung, look what the dog done (that one was inevitably dunked in every color so it would come out brown)
Granted, these expressions are a big crass in retrospect, but at the time they were the pinnacle of Marvin humor and we would sit around the table trying to top one another for the king of the egg decorators crown. The true joy would be when family would gather for a lovely Easter feast and relatives would reach for their hard boiled eggs from the basket. The looks on their faces as they read the saying there were priceless. Yes, they were just words but even then we knew that words had power.
Dan
I’m speechless…(oops does that mean I’m wordless) LOL I love the way you arrange your words,giving them so much power, drawing me in, to read every one of them!!
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