It is my hope, then, that this will give context to my thoughts and meaning to my letters. So it came to be that the rest of my life, from the age of four to now, I've dedicated to the avoidance of becoming stupid, at the expense of my handwriting.
An A is nothing if it isn't in a word, a word is nothing if it doesn't have the context of thought, and a thought is nothing if it's coming out of stupid people. The people that spent years practicing their penmanship, with their protractors and their rulers, never really had anything better to say. What I would have argued, if I had my current perspective those many years ago, is that the shape of the letters never really mattered. But when you're a four year old, that kind of truth is much harder to swallow, and since I was obstinate my As were malformed for many years to follow.
And the rest of the alphabet-similar problems, similar criticisms. When I first started writing, my mother told me, "Jude, that's not what an A is shaped like." And she was right, or at least it wasn't shaped like everyone else's.
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