The craziest friend you could ever have. I really loved Edward's character though I prolly had the toughest time describing it to people.
Why is it that when you are truly moved by something you cannot find the words to describe it?
All I said was, "Errrmmm... he's Green man... kinda crazy...really crazy when you think about it... Like literally wears a green outfit? Erm, whacky... would do random shit on stage. Pogo stick anyone?".
Sorta like the strange twinge you get in your funny bone. You can't really describe it... it's sort of pleasant but just odd, so if you're not used to it you would find it weird.
There are 4 imaginary people but only he has magical powers. I suspect it is truly because Edward is the only character cuckoo enough to be imaginary and magic. Right now, as I write him, he's just looooooooooooooooony! It's so tough to channel the fairie air about him, the charm and the other-worldliness. He is magic! The whacky bits are easy enough to draw from life but ze magique ees stuck in my head, not translating to paper or laptop monitor.
Edward, Edward, oh Edward... I know you so well but if I have a problem articulating what and who you are, how do I get the world to see what I mean?
How do I get Ming to play you right if you are not written right?
You couldn't be his original imaginary friend because a character such as yours is of great sensitivity. You are fragile. The brilliance and whacky creativeness come at the cost of commonsense. You would not have helped John-the-lonely-child...you could have coloured his world and filled it with your own special brand of glitter, but you would not have helped him deal with the world and face it, the way Alex could.
Raaaaaaaaaaaaawr!
In the mean time, let me try figuring out an inspired valedictorian speech.
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