I NEVER spoke much verbally , but in the written word I spoke volumes.
Though THOUGHT was managed in every word a decent writer is unique, where as a person with hands can sculpt or paint or some one with working legs can run.
Though everything a writer puts out is criticized and not given as much credit as the fastest boy at the track meet, nor the girl who won the art show.
They pour their whole soul in the feeble hope some one will pick up on the plot or moral that was intended by the author, Because it is what they love.
They push though the mental blocks in attempt to meet deadlines so that they pay the rent on time .
Though as most as it can frustrate them they think of what they have gone through and wonder how they made it this far.
They are strong and still manage to be free spirits though the American people tear their works apart by picking apart every witticism or flaw the work may not even have.
