I realized I am an artist of sorts when I finally understood my craft of writing and what writing really is: writing is a process of apt description, and writers are translators of thought. It is an arduous task to describe thoughts beautifully, as I imagine it is no picnic for a sculptor to sculpt by hand. Language isn’t easy, but I care to express ideas through the artistic medium of word, and I take a gamble on being appreciated or discarded with every verbal expulsion.
So here I am, exposed.
This is my attempt to direct myspace blog traffic to an independent weblog.