Now, don't be silent and still, write, write!
Write of your life and your love, your experiences, your thoughts and dreams and hopes and all that you wish to reveal! Write of your sorrows and happinesses, let them flow through and through, through the ball of your pen. Let the ink sing your spirit and mirror your soul, write, write! Every feeling, every emotion, let it freely splay on the pages--sink your heart and all your memories, your woes and all, write write! Summon your fears and anxieties, your utmost dreads and desires, lay them bare for the world to see and you shall overcome them! Let me feel your being and your character--let the world feel your being and your character, write write! Write with wit! Write with glory! Write with passion and knowledge! Write with the full force of history and all those that came before, but always write, always, what you know.
The now breathless man panted below the dim light in the wine cellar, spent of energy and patience, turned and walked wistfully up the cedar stairs.
Once out of sight, the boy picked up the pen and carefully began to write.