I love words—most writers do. There’s something magical that happens when both sides of a writer’s brain conjoin. The language centers and the imagination centers–which are in opposite hemispheres—work together to create a reality that did not exist before phoneme and morpheme collaborated to paint a picture. Suddenly words shape the things we imagine, and the things we imagine search desperately for…
Words equal ideas.
In a lecture about Orwell’s essay Politics and the English Language and his book 1984 I used to do the following exercise with my classes—everybody follow along.
Okay, everybody think of the word “color”. What comes to mind?
Now everyone think of the word “red”. What do you think about?
Now think about “dark red”. What do you think about now?
Now think about “candy-apple red.” What images do you get?
Now think about “crimson”, or “vermillion”, or “burgundy”. What do you think about now?