We are each called on mission to touch someones life, or to be touched. When a person writes, all their feelings, mind, and emotion go onto that 8.5x11" sheet of paper. She may not have a spiral notebook, but will always have ink or graphite and something to write on; for she knows not when the lightbulb in her brain will blink. The lightbulb goes on in the strangest places: driving, in the grocery line, at the gas pump, or even on the toilet. She must have that ink ready, she'll write on her hand if she has to. At times, the only tree to suffice is a paper towel or toilet paper, but she makes due.
    He always attempts to use words that will evoke feeling and is not afraid of the darker side of human nature, or himself. He crosses words out, moves them around, lets it sit for a day and starts over. The editing process never stops; he picks out poems from ten years ago and switches things to fit today, but always keeps the original.

We may write in hopes that one day someone will read it and be touched, or we may use our pen as catharsis for ourselves alone.

Either way, we write.