The feeling it gave off was utterly amazing. I could feel the intense passionate vibes resonating from each well chosen letter that appeared before me. This alone inspired me and I turned back to my paper, scratching down letters that would soon form wonderous words.
Writing is not only a passion, but a way of life. It takes patience, creativity, and above all, devotion.
And so it went, word after word, page after page, thought after thought. The sun was slowly descending the sky, but the lack of light was only a mere obstacle that was easily overcome; it would not stop my flow. Flicking on the nearby lamp, I continued on, not ready to cease my pen any time soon. This was good, very good. So good, in fact, that I don’t plan to stop. Ever.