Why do I write? I write to share a part of me the world has never seen, I write because writing is in my genes, I write to share my experience so people know that they are not alone, I write to comfort and give broken souls a home. I write not for fame nor recognition because I know that's not my mission. I write to let my little voice be heard and free that little bluebird that has been trapped in my heart for so long. I write to alleviate my melancholious state, I write to empower, I write to educate, and most of all I write to preach love and not hate.
We chase wild dreams at the tip of our pens, every word every stroke brings us closer. But at times, our draft—it just doesn’t make sense… We can’t help but believe us a poser. Still, the dream, the pen, calls out to our hearts— and we try, put it back to the paper. Every word, every stroke is a wonder! As our instincts kick in – full of hunger, we’re hunters that chase, hunt down our prey! We won’t let our doubts win, lead us astray— we will howl for our pack, our dearest friends. Dreams are waiting at the tip of our pens.