Every word counts. We hear this often, and it's become cliché. In our instant gratification era, we don't have time to finesse every word. We'll pay attention to a few special ones, but for the most part, we move on. For some people this is constructive; they would never finish their essay, let alone 1700 word novel, if they agonized over every word.
But for people like me, dedication to detail is a necessary reminder.
Today I was reminded not just of how important words are, but individual syllables themselves.

I am in two a capella groups. A modern, coed group and a Sweet Adeline quartet. We have our first concert of the year next week, and memorizing 30 minutes of barbershop is challenging. It's challenging because if our syllables aren't right--just one vowel even, the magic of our harmony begins to unravel.
My other group is creating our own arrangement. I sat today at the computer, agonizing over whether our bases should be singing Do or Ah. It's a big difference, and the whole feel of the piece can change with that little vowel.
So now, when I go back to writing my stories, I won't complain about words. It could be worse. I could be dealing with syllables.