When I first studied creative writing, I felt that I was in the wrong place. People where there because they felt the inalienable desire to write. Nothing more, nothing less. During my interview for the program they asked me why I wanted to study the course, I said I wanted to learn, they looked at me like I had said I want to dance naked in the school quad. In the last class I had for this course before moving on I asked people why they write, why were they there. 90% of the class said they HAD to write, they could do nothing else. There was only one other person besides myself that said I want to communicate. For me writing is pointless unless you are communicating with someone else. I love to write, create worlds and characters, to give people a peak into the way I see the universe in all it’s beauty, wonder and horror. People are so caught up in their own worlds, I love the fact that through words I can show them something else, some other reality.