Writing

If writing be done, let it be in your face without contemplation. Nothing is left to the imagination but whatever you agree with including the author's ceaseless definition… this is the written word. You don't hear the voice of the author playing between the lines adding innuendo with suggestions of verbal superiority. The story is seducing enough no matter what your age or who you are. You feel the urge to flip the page. You are the slave of the chosen, the literary sage. He becomes you and satiates all that your imagination thirst for. The writer, the book, a look into the unknown from the view point of a perfect stranger. Like the trash picker who was just at my door wanting ten dollars, a cigarette, or a glass of milk with claims to do minor lawn care with all his own supplies. The consummate ragged salesman who hawks with words and no page. 

We all write, no matter how meager our story.  The lines are there ready to be told, if only someone would listen.