The Inquestia Times. L'Inquestia

For those of you who know me well, my love for the written word is certainly not a secret. Although I do not pretend to possess any extraordinary writing skills, I do however take great joy when it comes time to putting a couple of words down, pen to paper, and attempt to smite out whatever scraps of a made-up story that's been lingering in my mind, tormenting me. Welcome to the world of fiction. When I write, (and on this point I am quite sure all writers and artists will strongly agree) I find it is a mental exercise that is simultaneously both relaxing and stressful, a sort of challenge of spirit or a personal quest upon which, when one embarks, a person can easily fall prey to the developing world of the story - of the art - that slowly steals you away from reality. At times the words or visions come easily, yet during others they do not simply come to you, but rather they reveal themselves like so many thoughts channeled through your psyche. In a way, it is as though they