Why I Write

I write because words are magick strung into beauty; the more beautiful sentences the more creative you seem.

I write because words are powerful. They can make powerful statements for the good of others and for yourself.

I write because it is attractive. The magick of just one sentence can be able to cause you to skip a beat or start breathing heavily.

I write because it is constant. The tragedy of art is beautiful.

I write for art’s sake because when I write, the world is my canvas and new technology or pencil and pen are my paint and the canvas is filled with a landscape of words.

I write for fun because it is like a puzzle of words put into place and the reminiscent of the written word gives you creativity and words make you feel something; something magickal whether or not it be political or just plain poetry against the ebb and flow.

I write to remember. It is like a constant song in my head that I need to put on paper to create music that could by chance, catch one’s ears.

I write because of experience. Because of sadness; because I am mostly alone.

I write because I tell a story. I tell my story through the written word of writers past, present and future.

I write because it is powerful.

I write because I am a mother of sorrows.

I write because I am a constant lover.