WH Not Smith

I met a writer on Friday.

It wasn't an interview - more like a chat. But for some inexplicable reason, I was very inspired from this little session.

The boy loved music. Stayed in Brazil for 2-3 months to learn Capovera(?) - the South American martial arts form that contains elements of dance. And once had a bust-up with another writer over a word while playing Scrabble.

There are people with soul I suppose, and there are, well, people.

I don't even think age has to do with it.

Maybe it's about exposure. Being in touch with oneself - acutely and intuitively so, too. Maybe it's about living out an idealism everyone thinks is outdated for today's "fast-paced, super-realistic world". Or maybe it's ultimately to do with rising above the bullshit that floats about at low altitudes. And despite trends and talk of space travel and the haze, we stay true to who we are.

I don't believe we hire writers or designers or art directors. I don't even believe in the segregation. (The perceived difference is limiting for our already limited minds.)

I believe we employ creativity in all shapes, sizes, colour and ideology. And we love and nurture them so they can fly.

Oh and forget it's work they're doing.