A pen and paper is all a writer needs. Words flow and seem to write themselves. Stories are started with a single word, idea, or dream. Poems written from desperation, sorrow, joy, and love. Being a writer means someone or something is always willing to listen, whether it is a person reading the work or a paper taking the abuse of a pen. A writer is wrapped up in his/her own little world as the world he/she actually lives in seems to fly by, as if in a car on the highway. It’s a place to disappear into. Letter by letter, word by word, a world is created almost like it’s just for the writer, a place to find solitude and peace, a refuge. The writer’s job isn’t work. It’s something he/she has always enjoyed. The smoothness of a new pen flying across the paper, the smell of ink, and the mark it makes on people’s lives. Writing is not a job but a world. A world that will never disappear or be destroyed because everything read is remembered and continues to live on from person to person. That is what a writer does.