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A quote: “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” ~~ Benjamin Franklin
I’ll start with a story …
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Oh, I didn’t plan this and I’m not the first person to trade oneself for a lie and then have even that lie snatched away for the pettiest of reasons.
Petty. Such a soft word. Doesn’t quite cover what has been done to me and others. Driven from the city.
Thomas has encouraged me to write about my experiences. It is quite a bit slower, more deliberative with a pen than a keyboard. But maybe that’s the point, along with days defined by sunrise/sunset, seasons by planting/harvesting, lives by family and friends.
I lost a world but I’m finding myself.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: The men looked aghast. “This is some joke, sir?”
“No. It isn’t.”
“These words are written out so that even a child could understand them.”
“You accept that I am from the future.”
“Yes.”
“Then please trust me. Write this in such a way that even a moron could understand it. And save your notes on what you mean with each part of this document in several safe places.”
My use of the time machine is why the Second Amendment is only one sentence and the federal government is as limited as they were at the beginning of the country.
Dupin says: His ship’s cannons roared, the chains ripping through the sails and lumber of the pirate’s vessel. He was winning, but low on powder and ammunition. Would it be enough?
The lines drew the ships close, and he saw the pirates waiting for his men to board. He was confident of his men and their abilities but not of their numbers. Would they be enough?
He recognized the taken daughter of a shipping magnate held for ransom, now on his ship and promised as his wife. Would he be enough?
She looked at her groom and smiled. He would be enough.
My father always told me it’s important to use the right tool for the job. There are tools for every kind of writing. For writing that needs to get somewhere quickly, there’s the smartphone with its messaging app and virtual keyboard. For writing that needs to be official, there’s the typewriter and the printer.
But for writing that is to be beautiful, there’s nothing like a quill pen and a pot of lamp-black ink. The tool and the medium demand skill and precision, for every false move tells on you in blots and skips. But what a triumph it is, to produce a page of perfect calligraphy on fine paper, every letter perfectly formed and aligned to produce a text worthy of being framed and hung upon a wall as a work of art.
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