Writing

I never cease writing. Even if I don't finish one, I start another. My head is full of stories waiting to be written. Sometimes, the typing or writing hands cannot keep up with the ideas flowing from my head. Writing is tedious but rewarding and gratifying. It can be my escape and it can be my prison. It is an integral part of my being, one in which I am grateful to have and from which I would never want to be apart.