I am who I am, there is nothing more then just that. See me for who I am, but if you only see a smile then you only notice a mask.

I greet you formerly, a curtsey, a nod or perhaps just a wave or a simple handshake. At this moment, you have only glance at a profile empty of a story, which is true, it is empty of a story, except for following and the just of reading avid material that inspires my mind of a new world or realm. To follow an author's character of their adventure is truly an amazement of someone that can relate to their characters, apiece of themselves is written to create a powerful character that brings their readers begging for more. That is the inspiration, the sudden toll of a breath hold, awaiting that sudden release if that character survives or grow learning of their mistakes. Perhaps a vivid love that blooms none the less....

Forgive me for my rambling, but it is truly an amazing fleet of one's person small yet it is there, a part of themselves written within their own characters. 

Perhaps you are wondering, why do I read and critique all at the same, and yet I do not write my own. Well it is the same advice I give to creative, inspiring writers that receive negative comments of their story that I come to them and give them words of encouragement when I myself must take heed to my own advice. Yet, fear grips me, strangling me till I cannot breathe. That is the fear I must face on my own yet not on my own at the same. 

One day....perhaps not now, perhaps along the way, I will face fear and do what all these beautiful, handsome, creative writers do, and write my own...but today is not that day, for now, I am but a humble reader.

~Wyndstar