We writers do not speak. We do not hear. We have no songs. We have no pictures. We only have scripture. From words we bring images. From words we bring emotion. From words we bring life.
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
The thought "Oh no, not this guy again," given human form.
An author who loves to write stories with hidden and not-so-hidden references in them. Also has a friend who shares his account and loves to chat with people. "'Sup!"
Sometimes I draw things. http://theanswerisduh.deviantart.com/
A Finnish brony for twelve years and counting, once a fanfic author for a short while. Nowadays just hanging around, sometimes reading new and old fanfics.