I write to express my soul, share my mind, uncover truth, create art, remember life, entertain readers, puzzle people, disguise feelings, and to communicate with God. My deepest, darkest moments are recorded in journals hidden away in a box at the bottom of my book shelf. While I suffered, the pen bled my emotions. Philosophical musings are also littered about my room. My random thoughts during Modern Theories of Mind are contrasted with the state of my mind in which I was writing.

I want to express: my psychological idiosyncrasies, deepest wishes, theological understanding. I desire to write realistic dialogue and learn to develop characters with depth. I hope to organize my notes and thoughts in a more precise, cohesive, and readable manner. I strive to expand my thoughts on my hospital stay. Letters to people are a goal. Popular blog posts would be nice. Describing my Mexico trip would be enlightening. I want to uncover the cause of my foot fetish with people wearing Puma shoes. (I love Puma).

I want to memorialize the incidents of our Golden Retriever Sammy. I wish to elaborate on my gluttony. I could write forever about: food, puma, myself, religion, psychology. I want to create unknown mental illnesses (based on reality) and inflict characters (possibly based on real people) with them. I want to distinguish between fiction and nonfiction. I want to create a philosophical treatise. I aim to write thank you notes and Birthday cards. I wish to write about what I hate about myself and other people, but that would be rude and unacceptable. I write because I have to write. I stop writing because I run out of words....