When you write, there's something that happens inside your soul. An organ strikes up a tune and the rest of your heart slowly starts to join in. Your mind follows the beat, and soon the rest of your body is in on the music as well. Your hands start to quiver, your fingers twitching with anticipation. Your foot starts to tap to the beat. All of your energy is focused and controled. Your mind has been triggered and is in only one gear. Writing. You have begun the process like you do every single time your pen hits the paper. You write and write until your hand aches from every last word on that page.

The mind of a writer always thinks one step ahead of everyone else. Always has a more creative perspectice on life and living. Your nose only has taste for one smell. The smell of a freshly printed book, waiting to be opened and discovered at long last. Your hands can only feel the soft paper in a book. You can only hear the pages of a book turning, a chapter ends and a new one begins. You can only taste what has been written in the fine print. Your mind is a complex machine that goes on and on and on until all of your creative juices have to be restocked.

A writer's world.