To be a writer who can't write. Pain expressed so freely and beautifully on pen and paper. The thought of biting your pen as you ransack your mind for the words everyone believes flows so easily from inside your mind. The sound as the pen glides across the paper expressing the words that you dare not speak out loud. Oh to write, to love and live to write. A wonderful solitude of internal expression. Yet through this journey of writing, the pen gets harder to pick up, feeling like a ton of bricks at times. Shocking, aching searing pain engulfs the writers hand and wrist. But no matter what never give up, keep writing till it's no longer legible. Then move on to the next chapter-
