It’s time to clear out my writing office. For someone with a scant “published” list, I have an enormous number of words committed to paper. I have several drafts of all my traditionally published books, plus the proofs, both marked and corrected versions. I’ve filled the file cabinet, the closet, an old trunk and now have piles on the floor of new and old writing. My personal archive. Why am I keeping all these miles of words?
Perhaps it’s because putting words on paper is hard work. Perhaps it’s because I’m afraid I’ll never find those words again. My friend, when home computers were new, hit a button somewhere and turned her term paper into an alphabetical list of words. Imagine her panic. The paper represented weeks of work, it was due in a matter of hours and now all her work was a mere list of words. Perhaps it is that distrust of technology that makes me print out draft versions of my work and keep them. Perhaps it’s just the packrat in me.
Along with the piles of manuscripts, I have boxes and boxes of old birthday cards. Every time I pull them out, determined to glean only the special ones and recycle the rest, I get stuck in reminiscence and put nearly all of the cards back in the box. Such is the power of words on paper.
My brother has been researching our family history but has been miserly with sharing his findings with the rest of us. The reason, he says, is because most of his work is guesses but once a guess is put down in writing, it isn’t long until that guess becomes a “fact.” Imagine having a brother so wise!
Given that the written word is so powerful, it behoves all of us, especially writers, to chose those words carefully, to consider their impact not only in the moment, but in days or years to come. Are our words kind, do they inspire, are they true, are they of benefit to the reader? In troubled times it is easy to dismiss fiction, especially romantic fiction, as fluff, a waste of time and money, an escape from reality. In part, those pejoratives may be true, but romantic fiction at its best reminds the world that love is powerful, that relationships give meaning to life, that justice will out. And there is really nothing wrong with a little escapism. Why else did Bob Hope visit war zones? People in conflict and danger, stress and fear, need relief. They need laughter. They need a world where the good guys win, where the guy gets and girl and they all live happily ever after.
Words on paper can free or they can imprison. Today I will reduce the amount of paper in my office, but I’ll continue to hoard beautiful words.