NADA ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA

Well, i have officially begun my hunt for the spot in which i get my foot into the door that will hopefully one day allow me to establish myself as a world renowned author. I have been emailing paul williams for any kind of help or insight to help along with my struggle. The more i delve into this plight of mine i feel as though it is the calling that i have felt all my life. It wakes me from my sleep, it grips me at the moment that i feel that there is something in me that needs to get out and the only outlet it has is pen on paper. I get into a certain frame of mind where all that is around me is the opportunity to write out or type all that i can. It's almost euphoric the way it make me feel to write something that moves the reader or readers that i allow the chance to critique what i put on paper. Sometimes i find myself engulfed with letters and words, peices of poems and my sories rage through my head at speeds unheard of by mankind. Through it all as my mind quakes, and my palms yearn for the cylinder shape of an ink pen, there is an overwhelming burn deep within the back of my mind, it always feels as though my intuition and my imagination have fused to form one mass of all that is in my writing material, the very microscopic fragment of enlightenment that dwells in me in all that i do and attempt to accomplish. It feels sweeter than when fate smiles upon vengeance and i am the one allowed to extract it.