I am young; my heart still warm with life.
My blood still sweet; not yet bittered by regrets.
Fiercely loyal to those I love; an immeasurable strength of will. 157 more words
Wouldn’t that be lovely if we all started out as geniuses? Probably not, but it is a delightful thought.
I have started so many blogs ( I’ve lost count) with the good intention of consistently posting posts full of brilliant wit and pithiness like so many other bloggers/writers around me. 437 more words
Why does one wish to be a writer? Well, that is a question that every writer must seek to himself. Why do we dare to throw ourselves so entirely into the realm of uncertainty– where those of s sound, pragmatic, logical mind fear to tread– with only the constant hope that our imagination and ingenuity will give us wings to fly? 133 more words