Perhaps you are not engaged in a love affair with words. I am, have been, will be, am destined to be as long as I live. If I were to have a tombstone, it would say: She had a love affair with words.
Robert Frost’s tombstone says, “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.” I suppose that is true, also. Any poet does or should have such a quarrel. Why else write?
A writer, especially a poet, (other kinds of writers have lover’s quarrels with story and craft, not so much with just the words), must love words and must love to use them in epic battles . . . I mean poems.
I have a love affair with the way words are used and abused. I troll Craig’s List for delightful wordings and malapropisms and bad grammar and all things weird and wonderful in our use of the English language. I get a word-lover’s delight from such things as “wordrobe”s from a place called Fantasy Furniture.
Wordrobe – $79 (tulsa)
(2nd And Sheridan)