Why I Write
Because I scribble on napkins, ticket stubs, and any other scrap of paper I can find, I write. Because I love the sound of delicious words licking at my ears, I write. Everything, everywhere inspires me to write: nature, God, rain soaked petals, a moment I must freeze into my memory. I write because I must.
Why do you write?
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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