My life-long dream is to fill blank pages with words worthy to be read by others. Writing will always be a lady to me. A lady I love to spend my quiet hours with, sipping on a drink, lost in her trance. She can be anything she desires and go to any untold corner of the universe. She can even go beyond that. Lady Writing can be as cold and gentle as snowflakes in December or as hot and furious as firecrackers in July. She is mysterious and well-known. Untamed and demure. She is nothing if you ignore her, but everything if you pay attention to her. Give her life. Fill her with breath, longing and desire. Set her loose and let others see her. Let others be changed by her. For I love her, this lady, and who am I to keep her hidden.