I write with my hands
          My fingers busily typing along to the dictates of my ideas
                                   Or I'm scribbling out my chicken scratch with pen in hand

I write with my eyes
          They are a telescope that examine and focus to the creation unfolding
                   As I am designing themes and cleaning up any grammatical  errors

I write with a purpose
                            And I often have to work it again and again
                                                      Until­ I think I have done what I set out to do

I write with my mind
           For the horizon of the brain is broad and keenly aware to what comes in its sight
                                           The imagination, as brilliant as a roaring sun

Most importantly.......

I write with my heart and soul
                  Giving my all, my everything within
                                         Genuine, personal, and proud to attach my name to

Without heart
                   Without soul
                                      I'd wish not to write at all

All these ingredients
                      Blend together in a harmonious cohesion
                                                        ­               And make for a good recipe