Tuesday, May 11, 2004

i write. my catharsis, my best friend, my craft, my solace and my sanity. when i'm tuned into myself, when fingers fly and words follow in the whirlwind, i couldn't care less about the world and whatever is in it. everyone and everything can go hang for all i care.
the problem here is living enough to write better. if i write about things i don't know of enough, am i lying? what does it say for people if i can write about things i don't know much about and still be told i do a good job? heh, it's almost funny.

Mina at 11:08 PM