You may live by drinking the words, But I thrive on writing the words. Perhaps "Please Don't Put Down Your Pen" was written in response to my works, but more than likely, it wasn't. I live off of the written word. It is my bread and my wine, my world away from the world. But I have put down my pen. Returned it to its rightful place, The navy blue, leather coated, velvet sleeping place of my works.
I have put down my pen. My pen has been put down. Euthanized it. Comatose in its leather casket.