I tried to define writing to one of my sisters the other day, or at least writing as I see it. I think perhaps it is undefinable. It is as intangible as a muse, as elusive as a stray thought. Writing is the stuff of day dreams, it is imagination and passion, it is something that you either love or you will never understand. You may know how to read, you may understand the mechanics of writing, but if you do not possess a passion for writing, then you will never understand what it truly means to love the written word.
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