I love writing. You create something worth looking at from nothing more than whatever might be in the pockets of your imagination! Old springs, rickety gears, loose change, clouded marbles, lint, rubber bands, bottle-caps, and paperclips can suddenly amount to an excellent work of machinery.  Creating a story requires one to walk a path of twisted realities, truthful facts, and utter nonsense. A writer's time is spent in the conjuration of new worlds that are full to the brink of untested science and bewildering physics (that no one on Earth has witnessed before). A writer's work is of molding traits and quirks into a character's personality, of which will inhibit this new world. Behind a writer's eyes, behold the bizarre animals, the freakish weather, the unfathomable sticks and stones that lay upon the ground of this new world. A writer's toil never stops. Even in the real life, back on Earth and out of their imagination, they are creating and thinking up new aspects for their new world. The slightest of fancies that cross their path can spark a whole new idea, and a whole new creation. A writer's workspace is only limited by their questions; What if birds had four wings? What's the difference between a fairy and a pixie? What if humans were immune to gravity? What if we suddenly gained the ability to see every color in existence? How would I even describe those colors? What if everyone's reality is different? Every question is a whole saga waiting to begin, a new prompt that's still hiding in the lead of one's pencil. BOOM! Lightning strike! Imagination and writing can be summed up in a simple musing....Imagine what we don't know.

-K.E.L.

This whole account isn't for serious stories I ever plan to publish as actual BOOKS. Those are in actual, tangible notebooks not available to be viewed by the public. This is more for mused stories! Little books that fit within the bytes of the electronic world.