Jay S.

There is no place like home when writing into the weed hours of the night while burning the midnight oil. Where the only single place in the world that is lit, is the pages where everyone's story can be written and told. It is as if the words themselves escape ahead before me like in some high speed chase, leaving its pigmentation for me in its trail. My ink is my fuel but I am driven by its glide. With imagination and experience along for that unpredictable and eye pendulum action of a ride. You not only have my promise but you also have my pledge ,to live up to no less, than those golden standards of grandeur for which we command in the art of language.