Creative people have it hard. There is always something trapped in their noggins yearning to escape like a caged animal, both too free and wild to contain. Little does the world know it will often scrape the inner walls of the mind until it gets what it wants.

To write is not just seeing the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, but a means to shift the tides of color that exist within it.

I am a weapon created by my people, a defiant shout against the looming hand of our own folly.

Being a writer means helping others through your experiences.It is giving the reader the chance to take in something new, or something they may wish to brave. It is a loving and hostile touch, a patient and eager ghost, and above all... a test of time.

Writing is a sacred calling that pulls at the soul. It is the air you breathe. It flows through the veins like a carmine river, and pumps the heart. It is a part of you. Putting a pen between shaky fingers over the unknown vistas of pale opportunity is not for the faint of heart. It is an enduring struggle that takes control of you.