When I sit down to write....

When I sit down to write, I do not think of anyone in particular, I do not already know what will come out.

When I sit down to write, the words come from that undefinable place within me, that place just between waking and dreaming.

When I sit down to write, I may create a masterpiece, I may create dribble, I may create a cure for a disease.

When I sit down to write, I am taking a leap, I am opening that normally sealed off door to the core of what makes me.

When I sit down to write, it is not work, it is not for any one reason, it is everything and nothing, a paradox of epic proportions.

When I sit down to write, the world becomes a thing with which I am able to create, destroy, or anything.

When I sit down to write, I am not thinking of all the ways you can hurt me, I am not thinking of all the ways you can try to silence me.

When I sit down to write, I just sit down to write.