Breathing in Words

There are times when I just want to write. Need to write. To build a woven nest of words around me, words of all colors and hues, branches of sentences that build up a world around me. There are times when I cannot sit still with the voices waiting to be written and the words that will not be silenced. There are many times when I cannot think, speak, taste, be! until I release the words that are-- And not just any word will do. It has to be the exact right one. Professors call that diction. I call it necessary art. Don't people realize that each word is a slightly different color and you have to get the exact right shade for the painting of your paragraph to have the right effect?! Not paying attention to your words is like trying to paint a beautiful scene without caring what colors are on your palette. Writing, by which I mean choosing words with precision, is as necessary to me as breathing.