They released me from the tower, they handed me a quill. I dug up some papyrus, my hand cannot stay still. Within the bonds of serfdom, I yearn for rhythmic text. I write against the castle, perhaps I'll find a desk. Oh, okay, I have a desk, of sorts, even if it is my kitchen table. But it sure is a pleasure to be a part of this site, where I can share my writing and interact with other writers. I've always wanted to write, and am thankful for the opportunity. I reside in northern Ohio, enjoy sports, family functions and fishing and camping. Thanks so much for stopping by.