A writer’s best friend is her thesaurus. She never goes anywhere without it. She needs it too much. She clings to it. The pages are torn and bent, but she’s constantly flipping the sheets of tattered paper, searching. She’s always searching for the right words. She’s always trying to build the perfect phrase. The writer must pick and choose the correct expression to complete the picture she started, to fix the imperfections and the smudges. It is a puzzle, one she can not figure out until the precise piece she needs is hunted down and spotted somewhere in the middle of a crowd. Listen closely and you can hear her shriek and shout when she finally finds it, the ultimate achievement. A writer’s best friend is her thesaurus. It is her faithful companion, something she can perpetually depend upon. She never goes anywhere without it. It’s always there when she needs it.