I’m not sure if it’s contagious, but I opened a floodgate of language and I don’t know how to shut it off. It flows like a white water river and I am clinging on for dear life while I am plunged into the next swirl of words. It invades my body like a virus. It attacks my cells and leaves me listless at times. It feeds on my energy and drains the words from my head. It enters my dreams, controls my waking thoughts and it saturates my veins. Symptoms of this particular strain include dry eyes, insomnia, gnarled fingers and the side effect of being addicted to electronic devices. Upon researching this disease, I have come to realize that the language spores are mutating and this outbreak of writing has gone pandemic.
Throughout my brief journey in the blogosphere, I realized I am among many like me – people who are affected by this fever, people who have things to say, so many things to say and I really feel like I’ve found a place where I belong, a place where we can begin to find a cure this affliction. We all have different ways of expressing our thoughts, but the common thread of loving words is woven among us and pulls us together forming a healing blanket of creativity. Expressive thoughts are voiced through poetry, humor, honesty and raw emotion and we are drawn into the same vortex of grammar, syntax and synonyms.
This particular plague can strike when you least suspect it and keep you computer-ridden for days at a time. The only cure for this malady is large doses of imagination at regular intervals. If the symptoms persist, please consult your thesaurus.