Introspections of a writer....

What does it mean to be a good writer? How can one eat, sleep, and breath everyday without having a sincere consciousness about who, what, where, when, why, or how he is? We ask ourselves these questions daily. When we brake through our own barriers - through the challenges that we all face, weather tumultuous or gracious...we still accomplish it within our minds. We strive to continue – hopefully unbiased to each others plights with the sincere mission to understand what danger is ahead. Reading does this for me. It lets me reach out from the bubble that I am in. I can create my own destiny and write it with a passion and a fervor I never thought I’ve had before. If it is a power – then let it be called that. All I know that when it is in my hands, it is put to good use. The power of imagination reaches so many people…as an adult…I’m glad I can still wield it…because life would end without dreams.