I write. It is my deepest passion. In writing, I can express my innermost desires, give voice to my fears and journey to worlds that only exist within.
Writers weave with all the colors of the rainbow. Some of the images are dark and ghastly, while others can be almost cheerful. But make no mistake about it, writers have visions and then write about them.
Often your muse will tantalize with an image that is hard to put into words. Yet, the writer will look deeper, pursuing its prey until all is fully rendered. There is a glorious madness in the sublime imagery of words. And that is what I bring to page after page, until the image moves and breathes. And then it speaks, not just for me; but for the multitudes just waiting for a song.