Words dance. Like a young, delicate ballerina flows gently across the stage, moved by the music’s sweet rhythm, words twist and turn gracefully, passionately. The words’ music, the imagery, enchants senses and imaginations. Writers, with their china marionettes, spend endless hours perfecting every sleight of hand, every turn of phrase, to move their word-puppets gracefully across the paper. Every flinch of the manipulator’s hands creates some beautiful ripple in the ballerina’s fragile frame. Young writers who have the patience to learn and perfect a thousand techniques achieve the mastery of great authors. After struggling with tangled strings and graceless wooden puppets, the proficient writer will learn the practical and stylistic techniques necessary to turn dead words into beautiful porcelain performances. Eventually, the audience beholds the glass puppet spring to life: the words seem to flow without the writer’s help. From wood to china, china to flesh, the manipulator’s ballerina finally dances with invisible strings.
