Seemingly perfect choice for the first entry-- Arial--though spelled slightly differently from Ariel I think the point is made.
I have been told that Sylvia sat at her desk with a thesauras on her lap--constantly searching for the word that would have more imapct than its dead-weighted parent--or maybe a cousin? She was afraid of dead weight--as we all should be--and now is disected with scholarly scalpels that were sharpened in the Ivy libraries. The thrill of a Cut, followed by promises of Tulips, make for smoke filled screenplays and abstinence from trust funds.
Bitter? yes. Jealous? maybe so.
Not having material to write about makes dwelling on the past seem productive. Read someone elses story and come up with your own "Live with like-minded people in a setting that supports total immersion in your work. Food and lodging included free for those who qualify. Gamble a small fraction of your life on the chance to create a new future as a professional poet, novelist, screenwriter" (Haunted)
Will I qualify? The "small fraction" will be worth it in the end, won't it? Five summers of travelling the globe in search of the most refined English will most definitely bring me to the other side--but who will know the difference except for me?
Most importantly I will learn that fonts matter.
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