Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Go ahead. Make my day.

I love to write. I forget that I do all the time, but it comes back to me when I find a good story to tell. I suppose I don't to say too much about it because one is is much more vulnerable to criticism when one declares their passion. One tends to scrutinize much harder, give more than a passing glance, and call the writer out when their talent is not equal to their enthusiasm.

But I shall bare myself nonetheless and point your weapon to my heart.

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