"They're Just Words!"

"They're just words", said the woman on the train. It's an interesting observation. I'm on the train, at Gatwick Airport, and have just finished Dolly Case, which I'll publish tonight. We pulled into the station here, and people started getting off. Lots of people, lots of luggage. Slowly. More like sluggishly, not rushing, seemingly not realising that the train was going onwards. The way out was blocked, as was the way in with people pulling their luggage off the racks and collecting themselves. Someone next to me - she looked like she worked for the airport - said "Hurry up, or you'll miss it!" in a loud and commanding voice. Suddenly there was wild activity, cases being pulled along with urgency and direction. 30 seconds later there was a pile of people on the platform with their luggage. Another woman said "thanks" to the lady who'd galvanised all this movement, but she replied "They're just words." Words which cause action, stop people missing getting off the train, and therefore missing their planes. Words which mean someone can get past and go find a seat.

I write words which have an effect on people, I hope. They bring pleasure, excite and provide release. But they are just words. My words only come to life when they interact with another human. When they get into your brain, mix with what is already in there, and cause you to imagine the world I'm describing, cause you to identify with the characters in the story. But, they're just words.

Caza xxx