A while back, at a Sunday pub lunch a friend’s kid plonked down opposite. They had never spoken to me before. Like ever. In their whole miserable sixteen inexplicably innocent years of existence.

— What’s the point of literature? They stabbed.

— Pleasure? I ducked.

It is only now some three years later, that I know the real life answer to that question.

I hired them. To work for me. I wanted to give them a chance to make words come alive in action in situ as the social glue between us.

I want to give them real life experience in a literary context.

And that in essence and concept, is how I think you will energise Paragraph with money.

Bring people in. Let knowledge out. Experience everything.

The best of all lucks in your endeavours!

Authentically, Nikki Wordsmith

A while back, at a Sunday pub lunch a friend’s kid plonked down opposite. They had never spoken to me before. Like ever. In their whole miserable sixteen inexplicably innocent years of existence.

— What’s the point of literature? They stabbed.

— Pleasure? I ducked.

It is only now some three years later, that I know the real life answer to that question.

I hired them. To work for me. I wanted to give them a chance to make words come alive in action in situ as the social glue between us.

I want to give them real life experience in a literary context.

And that in essence and concept, is how I think you will energise Paragraph with money.

Bring people in. Let knowledge out. Experience everything.

The best of all lucks in your endeavours!

Authentically, Nikki Wordsmith