Writing, as it were is not for the faint of heart. That is the kind of line you might be expected to read when the one penning the line is in fact a writer of bad fiction but it’s not true. Writers are dramatic and embellish their words and ideas with the enthusiasm of a hot dog vender in his application of ketchup to a wiener. Writing, is for everyone. It’s for you, and everyone you know. As it so happens. It’s for me. It eases the mind as the build up of emotion threatens to overflow like steam from a home welded pipe. It is a companion that will never falter, never abandon. It is my friend, my lover, my psychiatrist, and my judge. I will always be honest to writing and writing will in turn do it’s duty in being honest to me. Thank you writing, I don’t know what I would do without you.