LoL! Okies, that was (almost) unnecessary, but cute right? Right... Write... I like to write. I like words. I like to paint with words. I like to play with words. I like to draw wordy painted playthings all about the mind, creating either laughter, smiles or thinking. I guess I'm a writer. I heard in a movie "A writer writes." (Then a train ran over mama or something...)"Iyam wut Iyam and dat's all dat Iyam!"
I can write almost anything, and I do mean anything, but writing takes time. Good writing takes even more time, and fantastic writing even longer than that. Almost anyone can write, and that is true like the movie said. It's all inside us, waiting to be written.
For some odd reason here has been placed within this blockheaded braincell the ability to write pretty darn fast. I mean almost terribly freaky fast. Like this short story I wrote (below) and other things about the net.
I can't wait to see what short stories and poetic or even "How To" style writings you have to share! Just remember: A writer writes! (But best not bring mama on trains if you do write on trains...)
Once upon a time a man was walking down the road. He walked according to his own Outlook on life. His Outlook on life was such that everything went his way according to the laws he had seen working on the Outside. His life changed because he suddenly couldn't see! All the memories of what he had seen were vanishing because of the new sight he gained: Insight.
Over time this Insight formed a better Inlook to who he was. His Outlook hadn't changed because he still couldn't see. His Insight became dominant in his way of thinking since what was on the Outside hadn't interfered.
While walking down another road later in his life his sight returned. When he regained his sight the Outlook was already changed because of all the new and unmolested Insight he had gained. His Inlook took his Outlook to a whole new level!
Things he once did he did no more. Things he would have never done were done without a second thought. He still had a problem with some things he didn't want to do but he did anyways, and things he did do but never really wanted to do. But somehow it all worked out.
The thing is, he had gained so much Insight that his Inlook changed his Outlook. Because of this he changed his name from Saul to Paul.
The End? Nope, just so happens to us all everyday if we let it.