I have taken up a very powerful tool: the pen. I have laid it on paper and released all creative energy. It takes courage to look a blank page and fill it with words, with images, with beauty. My heart could not be more poured out in this endless endeavor. Writing is taking a piece of your soul and making it eternal. I wish for nothing more than honesty, and I suppose that's all one can hope for. Perhaps someday my name will be placed by Mark Twain, Virginia Wolfe, or George Orwell; perhaps my books will be handed down from one generation to the next; perhaps a part of me will live on within my books; perhaps not. If nothing else, I will be glad...glad that I am following my dream, glad that I haven't given up.