Oh, for my love of Writing!
I have been a fan of stories for as long as I can remember. In fact, all of my interests revolve around stories in one aspect or another. I relish the ability to dream up fantastical worlds and colorful characters with limitless abilities and unlimited potential. I freely allow the clouds of muted pastel pink, blue and purple of my subconscious to flow freely to the boundless edges of my mind. Each thought becomes a glimmer of starlight in the nebulous of my imagination until they converge together into a singular thought. The thought persists until my fingers are forced to meticulously dictate the impression upon the printed keys: until the soundless words form themselves into perfect horizontal lines of white and black. Before long the lines have compounded into concrete bricks of thought and structure in a language that can be understood in this world. The characters I birth become as tangible as the world around me.
For you see, I write to free the beings and places held captive within the confines of my mind by bringing them into fruition in mine.
What to learn more? By all means.
What to learn more? By all means.