Whats to say... I wonder. I wonder if I am alone, if i am the only one who hides from the writer in me. The only one that slaves for the man because it is easier than making the jump. Being miserable is easier than facing the writer, putting words on paper and being judged for them. I am here to face that fear. To make the jump. Put the thoughts on paper and be judged, improve the writer in me and the critic in me... they both are needed it seems to step through into the place i am meant to be. I am here to write fiction, short stories and to develop novels. I look forward to participating!