Ponderings on the Emotional Power of Words
I’ve been thinking quite a bit over these past few days about the power of emotion in words.
I mean, you can write something, that isn’t particularly well written, (in the writery craft sense) and it can have a big effect on someone. Be it a small poem to cheer a homesick friend up, or an UnMadeUp piece about being spooked about something you’ve seen but can’t explain. The emotion, the truth you express through these things can be affecting and, in some cases, deeply powerful and moving. Maybe that’s because the emotion, feeling and the point of the writing is obvious and clear.
I don’t think there’s a better example of what I’m talking (or rambling) about than this. It had me in tears. And, what kind of gets lost in the whole thing, is what a tremendous piece of writing it is. But that doesn’t seem important.
I think what I’m trying to say – if I’m trying to make a writing-relevant point – is: in fiction, for something to be moving, to really hit home, it has to be believable and honest and something that can be, if not understood then at least, related to. I think.