I love words.
I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination but I can't help but like my words to be flavorful, my sentences stylish and my thoughts articulate.
I like to keep my undertones deep, my highlights rich, my accent spicy, and my grammar wicked.
The prospect of being the architect of my own communication stimulates me and even though it happens a lot, I really do feel cheap when I am just vomiting words.
I learned to speak three other languages before English became my tongue, and although much of it is long forgotten, I like to integrate foreign elements into my language.
I learned to articulate my thoughts using pencils and paint brushes and I do not know how to use words any differently than I use a pencil - - for me it's dimension, highlights, shadows and tones -- and not being afraid to influence another's mood.
I can't help but see text as image and if the writer or the printer lays a block of text on a page in a non-aesthetic way, I will feel an irresistible urge to want to move the text with my fingers -- no matter how well written the piece might be, it will hurt my eyes, I will be distracted by the flaw, and I won't be able to truly enjoy reading it.
I like spoken words to sound pretty and written words to look pretty.
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