Words.

Words.

Words.
 







Everything starts with words.
 






Some people argue pictures come first because, you know, a picture supposedly paints a thousand words. And their annoying friends usually chime in and say something like, actions speak louder than words.
 








But, hey, sorry picture-slash-action-slash-annoying people, no one asked you, and by-the-way, did you notice that you just used a bunch of words to make your point. See, that’s my point—everything starts with words.








So let’s put their bamboozling and bum-fuzzling bullshit (see, 3 great b-words right here) aside and agree with a collective nod that the last word on words is that they come first. Always.
 







Because without words, what would be the point of magnetic fridge poetry, alphabet soup, and skywriting?
 








By now, your eyes have probably landed on this sentence, and it’s dawned on you that I’m all about words. I’m pro words (and a certified word pro). It’s why I get out of bed in the morning when it’s still dark and before sparrows peck off their snooze buttons. 







I love writing words because they have the power to unleash so much creative energy. 







What kind of energy?