Some phrases are just never enough. Yes, I use words to convey meaning either as singular soundbites or within a collection of associated or complementary words, but I very often find that no matter how eloquent I’m being, and no matter how erudite or descriptive the words I choose are, they somehow lack weight, or brevity or whatever.
Sometimes you can tackle a thought, jot it down and spend hours refining, re fashioning, embellishing and diluting until you are relatively certain that what you have conveyed on the page is nothing short of an unmitigated triumph. However, having taken a break from it and cleansed your literary palette so to speak, with fresh eyes it often feels somewhat saccharin, insipid or worse, moribund.
Once complete, the trick then is almost to de-polish it; re-work the edges, inject some grit and candour, conjure the depth of your character and sprinkle it with words that really showcase your true personality; words like fuck and balls.
