Writing as craft or work or play is what becomes of my curiosity. I write to create what lingers in wait. I write using words and sentences and such so the creator in me can have his nature put to rest but first, evoked and unleashed for there in that moment I find the likes of what suits me best. Alas, my purpose as I know it to be. Not to linger around the edges of what could be or make for others although others matter but to dig deeper, spelunking into the abyss of what makes me, me. That is my purpose and so let it be, To discover and adventure into what is and what can be for what better way to find one's self then to create what others deem them and go someplace else. Words and their sentence are homes for that adventure and thus, and hence or whatever comes next the writing of what words create is me recreated.

Thanks for listening.

And for the sake of us writers of sorts, keep it up girl for we need you and your ancient maps for how else can we determine where the dragons exist.