Some nights I’m kept awake by the stories running through my head, scribbling in random notebooks lying around, to later never see them again

Sometimes my ideas make it off the ground, only to be stopped 6 chapters in after I can’t think of more material.

But, for every thousand ideas,

It only takes one

Making it off the ground,

into the hands of a publisher

onto the shelf

and to your home

touching your soul

filing you with

Joy

Sadness

Adventure

Mystery

Fear

And laughter

that makes it worthwhile to us

So, next time you see a book

Read a poem

Scan an article

Just know that one of us is finally getting to live their dream

Who are we?

We are the writers