Party hat

When I write, I celebrate. This is a celebration of who I am as a man, as a human being. But it's more than that, more than me. It's a celebration of all the things--my heart, soul, my spirit--that I can give to someone else. And I celebrate every day. Not out of anger, or stubbornness, or arrogance. I celebrate because I have something that is wonderful.

My writing is the manifestation of the magic that lies inside of me. The magic that yearns to be free. The magic that yearns to give. The magic that has always been there.