Write

I have what I would call writer's disease. Unlike most diseases, it's beautiful. It's as beautiful as a newborn baby in a mother's arms, the first time you ride your own horse, the cry between two friends when achievement is reached, and the most beautiful view on plant earth. The symptoms of this beautiful disease: writer's block, three million ideas swimming in your head all at the same time, not being able to do anything but write at a moment, and having someone describe it again so you can use it in your next story.

Writer's have a special gift of capturing emotion in their own unique way. I've never met a writer who writes the same as another, similar but never the same. Sometimes we like to tear apart a piece of