Writing

"I guess I get to be the bad guy.. and I am fine with that."

Those words were said by an arch-enemy. They held meaning as well. I wanted to know if he had gotten the letter that i sent to him, but i couldn't just call him... so i asked him online... When he said those words about it... i couldn't lie and tell him that they weren't true, because they are... he was... and you were right... as soon as he thought that he could get some action elsewhere... he stopped caring about what I thought, what i said, and everything that he was known for because he thought/thinks that he can get some action/commitment/adoration/attention from another person... i've already told him that... if he hurts her... he'll have me to deal with... He said that he wasn't scared... but... he doesn't realize just how many cards I am holding...

I guess the main reason that i'm writing this tonight is because... i'm back to writing my novelette again, and i'm really getting into it a lot deeper... I need to print it tomorrow, so I have hard copies of it... but... it's going to be a long process...

wow... i'm fighting to keep my eyes open... i'll finish my thoughts in the morning... till then... think about this...

"What does writing do for you? What does a powerful speech, saying, word, or even a simple quote say to you? Does it change you forever? Do you just let the culture immersed in the pages, in the syllables, or in the words themselves slip right in one ear and out the other?? Where would we be without writing?"