"At last, a short meagre man, in a tarnished waistcoat, desired to see the garret, and when he had stipulated for two long shelves, and a larger table, hired it at a low rate. When the affair was completed, he looked round him with great satisfaction, and repeated some words which the woman did not understand. In two days he brought a great box of books, took possession of his room, and lived very inoffensively, except that he frequently disturbed the inhabitants of the next floor by unseasonable noises. He was generally in bed at noon, but from evening to midnight he sometimes talked aloud with great vehemence, sometimes stamped as in rage, sometimes threw down his poker, then clattered his chairs, then sat down in deep thought, and again burst out into loud vociferations; sometimes he would sigh as oppressed with misery, and sometimes shaked with convulsive laughter. When he encountered any of the family, he gave way or bowed, but rarely spoke, except that as he went up stairs he often repeated,
[Greek:—Hos hupertata domata naiei].
This habitant th’ aerial regions boast;
hard words, to which his neighbours listened so often, that they learned them without understanding them. What was his employment she did not venture to ask him, but at last heard a printer’s boy inquire for the author."

Why are we special? Because we see beauty in the ugly, light in the dark, faces out of thin air. The characters we create have never existed, and if we did not create them, they would never live. Movies, books...they come from writers. Those crazy people that stay up late and laugh at inside jokes no one else knows.

There is something in us that takes a drop of water and makes a river out of it. 

One sparkle of the eye, one little smirk can spark our imaginations till our fingers have to put our minds to the limit. Happiness can not merely be described in one word; for words is not exactly what we use, but whole sentences and paragraphs like skyscrapers forming a city; stars in the night sky.

And the indescribable is, even in it's elusiveness and faraway voice, made more understandable.

Writers, you are rare. You are special. 

Don't give up hope. When there is nothing left to write about, write about that. Some Creator-inspired message is waiting in the tips of your fingers. 

So go.

Never give up, never give up.

Keep writing, my friends.

Have you been inspired lately?

What are your #writergoals this year, for 2017?

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