On Writing

I never considered myself to be a jealous person. I like what I have and what I am and have always been glad of what you have and are. But there's a gift I deeply envy: the gift of put into words what I think and feel.

Writing is the most valuable gift of all. I wish I could write and concieve worlds, people, places, life stories, friendship and romances.











But then I thought "I have a blog! I could do that."
Where are the ideas now?