: finely done or made : very beautiful or delicate
: very sensitive or fine
: extreme or intense
Now, I'm a guy. I understand the different meanings, but testosterone makes me like the last one best. Extreme or Intense.
That's the definition I inevitably go for when I use the work exquisite. Exquisite beauty, exquisite pain. An intense beauty. An extreme pain. Tinfoil caught between the teeth as you're biting down; the scintillating, overwhelming agony of a broken bone or, worse, a broken heart.
I love words. I love that, in the English language, they can have so may delightful definitions. A story by its nature is words. The ones we choose are the building blocks we work with. They are our clay, our palette, our canvas, our paint. We sculpt them, stitch them, paste them in place and the end result is, if we are very lucky, exquisite. On rare occasions we get lucky and we just might create art. Even rarer, we might -gasp- create literature.
Exquisite. I might have used that word a dozen times in the literally millions of words I have in print. But it is a truly powerful word, and I think one best saved for occasions that demand no less.
I write fiction, a little of everything and a lot of horror. I've written novels, comic books, roleplaying game supplements, short stories, novellas and oodles of essays on whatever strikes my fancy. That might change depending on my mood and the publishing industry. Things are getting stranger and stranger in the wonderful world of publishing and that means I get to have fun sorting through the chaos (with all the other writer-types). I have a website. This isn't it. This is where you can likely expect me to talk about upcoming projects and occasionally expect a rant or two. Not too many rants. Those take a lot of energy. In addition to writing I work as a barista, because I still haven't decided to quit my day job. Opinions are always welcome.