I love to write for many reasons. Firstly, writing is not just a way to communicate, but a way to display emotions, opinions, ideas, and thoughts in the largest varieties of methods and severity. Writing provides those handicapped in artistic ability to truly show their creativity and openly display their ways of thinking. Writing is unable to be misheard, but when misunderstood, can be corrected. Writing allows the author to become an illustrator, to paint pictures with words, to command emotions in the reader through clever arrangements of words and literary elements. Through writing authors can release their inner emotions at their pace, in the way they want it to be expressed. Through writing the average person can transform stories into epic legends, or the obituary of a darkled existence of a person, or the extermination of a people. By the use of mere words, a person can tell the history of his family or his nation, so that generations ahead will never forget where they came from. Through writing, an author can tell a story of an apocalypse, fabricate exotic aliens or creatures, teach students the necessary tools to carry on their lives, teach life lessons that could be the difference between a person living as a scoundrel or as a lawful citizen. When writing for an audience without critics, one can organize it however they want, can be free to confuse and make mistakes. Writing does not take expensive materials, and can be copied for all to see, but protected from fraudulent thievery. Words can be memorized and presented through speech without any failure or difference. Writing can lift the author’s spirits just by having their troubles on a piece of paper or on a computer. I am one of the artistically challenged people who needs a mental outlet, who has much to say, who wishes to create and experiment, who yearns to share stories of alien invasions and magical landscapes, and so I write.