Writers are storytellers, first.
We are brushless painters, chisleless sculptors.
Architects of new realities and crafters of perception.
We are the hero and the villain and the comic relief.
The inexorable sadists,
the indelible masochists.
We are the light at the end of the tunnel
and we are the train.
I’ve been told that writer’s are little more than professional liars, career procrastinators and champions of solitaire.