Being a writer, I can state clearly the mind of a writer. A writer
makes its mind and soul to unite together,
they bring words,
words that dances to the music that comes from the deepest hearts
of writers, and the pen
he holds becomes the golden light of
hope and inspiration. The light rises from its spirit, his dreams
and thoughts and they take shape of words that inspires the world
from their dismay and depression.
Have you ever read a story that captured you so fully, that you forget that you're reading? That, for a moment, you actually believe that you are living in the reality that has been brought to life on the pages that you hold in your hand? That is why I write.
Yes, I am a writer because I need to write, I love to write, and I have to write in some form in order to process my world—and your world, too. It might not be for hours at a time and I still need to make myself presentable in the mornings before I take on my craft, but it is my craft and I own it.
Writing is a healing process for me. If I am sad, I write. If I am happy, I write. Writing is a way of escape for me. I can go anyplace and do anything I want to do while writing about it. I can have anything I want to have by describing it on paper. There is no limit to what I can experience even though it is for the brief period while I am writing about it