"Sometimes words come when you’re on an adventure. Sometimes words come when you’re alone under a starry night sky. Sometimes they beat down on you like the sun. Sometimes they softly fall from the sky like a summer rain. Words about beauty, love, war, hate. Words about passion, sorrow, tears, and smiles. Soft words that speak loud and loud words that speak soft. Words come from everywhere, all sides and all angles. The Words, however, are fleeting and frail, they only wish to be captured and remembered. Stories of far-flung fantasy, grounded reality, dark and dreary, or light and uplifting. This is the Soul of the Word. I sit her, waiting on the Words, waiting for their revelations and insights. My pen is eager, but the fire is starved and cold. Why won’t they come? "