Writing is a skill we learn not too long after we begin to speak, and just like those crooked and spindly characters of our first attempts, the way in which we express ourselves is as unique as the circumstances that led to our existence. Our speech and verbal expressions hold meaning and the words we write are no exception. But where do we draw the line? Where does originality become eccentricity, and at what point is artistic license simply an act of prideful preening?
