When writing, I am on the edge of myself, whetting away so that I have the 'sharp' needed to cut deeper. My edge doesn't need someone else’s balance to prove its solidity. I can sharpen where I need to sharpen, where only I can see to sharpen. Your edge may be honed truer than I can even fathom to aspire to, or you may be waving around a crooked stick with some scrap of a white flag snagged onto the tip. Either way, it's irrelevant. When I write, it’s my edge, and the mirth of the reader is of little consequence.
-- My nephew Chris / Hakone Lake, Japan --
Have a great Tuesday!
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