Ink on my Sleeve

Writers are most honest on paper. No matter which mask we show the world, our hearts leak out onto the page. We can say anything – some is edited away, some is lost in translation. But if you want to see a writer’s heart, read the pure unadulterated manuscript. Rarely will you find a writer’s heart in the publication. Skill, definitely. Opinions, perhaps. The heart is in the ink of the first notes of the idea.