There are few waking hours I spend without a pencil in my hand or a keyboard under my fingers. Writing is easy. It's just like drawing. A mere action. Even if the piece needs a bit of polishing ever told, the action is still complete. It is still a work worth fue praise. The hard part is deciding what to write. How do I brave the tempest of hundreds, thousands of ideas whirling around in my mind? They chaotically battle to be in that WordDoc, that display. Dream of one day being graced by the eyes of an editor or becoming and advanced readers copy. But only on idea at a time, good or bad, can be written one sentence one letter at a time.