My gorgeous Goddaughter is growing up. * Sniff *
Okay she's only nineteen-months-old, but it feels like she may as well be off for her first day at school. Since I came back off holiday I've discovered she's started to talk in sentences.
During a visit to my house yesterday she burst into the opening line of Ba-Ba black sheep. She also does an excellent Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!
So, being the over-imaginative weirdo I am, I started to think of writing sentences.
When we write it's very much like a child learning to talk. We know what we want to say, but the words come out garbled or our meaning is misunderstood. As we introduce more words to our vocabulary, we learn to create cohesive sentences and can state what we mean.
It may still be open to interpretation, but that's the nature of language. :)
Two hundred words into chapter four of my wip last night I re-read what I had written, groaned and hit the delete key. At first I was frustrated. I knew what I wanted to say but the meaning was lost. So I remembered my goddaughter and started again and, just like her, this time it came out clearer.
I guess even when we're adults we're still learning to speak, or write, so people can understand us.
Happy Friday :)