Somehow. Within the existence of time and the universe; with all the correlating and colliding atoms and matter… There is this planet. The only one that we know of. In which timing and elements synchronized so perfectly that it created life. Upon it came humanity and with it; the beauty to process emotion, concept and ability to question. There’s a magical grace in which the universe instills in certain individuals. The competency to write. It’s a gift to be fluid with words. To convey thought, and emotion and wonder. I like to believe that whichever degree a person’s skill is current… The urge to share derives from the urge to feel a little less lonely in the world.

What inspires me to write or any writer for that matter, is life in its entirety. Among many things, I am a writer. I write….