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Authors
It is an art.
A craft.
A way of life.
Assigning the words a certain order
so that they flow through the dreamscape.
Creating new images,
ideas,
and worlds as they go.
We take a lump of an idea
and we build and plan and mold
that idea into a new universe.
One that readers can dive into and explore.
Where they can learn of its ways and people.
It becomes their new home
in the dreamscape.
We know the importance
of these worlds to people.
What they mean to them.
How real they become to them.
Reality can present a chilling harshness
that creates an unpleasant atmosphere
in the mind.
They will turn to the words that we wrote,
the worlds we crafted
to experience something special,
magical,
in hopes of forgetting what lies in the real world.
Words can be very simple things
but they can also be difficult to work with.
A challenge presents itself when we are trying
to make our visions come to life on a page.
Words can be our best friends
but also our worst enemies.
While we are stubborn with trying to force them
into a sleek story
they are equally bull-headed with ignoring
what we want them to do.
Endless nights are spent trying to
find a satisfying way to continue our prose.
Sometimes, it is never discovered.
Sometimes, we fail.
A world might become discarded
never to be experienced by any others.
We never give up, though.
Because, when the final page is turned
a hunt begins for the next world that they
are going to explore and live in.
We know that people spend endless nights
reading our words
just as we have spent endless nights
trying to make them right.
They are loyal, dedicated.
And we understand the need to immerse
oneself into literature to escape the
reality we are all faced with when we wake up.
So, we keep writing.
Keep forming the novels that fill the shelves.
We keep creating these universes made of
illusions, metaphors, and imagery.
Not only because we love doing it
and it being our passion,
but because they need it.
They deserve it.
There would be no writers
without the readers.
It is a symbiotic relationship.
We learn and help one another.
Many of us are readers ourselves.
We understand.
And so we write.
We write for us,
for them,
and for the world.
Because people need to understand
the power of words.

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