tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43065803877625766042011-04-21T20:05:58.371-07:00Award Winning AuthorPJnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306580387762576604.post-50790401480094463572009-02-11T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-11T21:52:01.119-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6xaOFpP58I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6xaOFpP58I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4306580387762576604-5079040148009446357?l=louisegaylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PJnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306580387762576604.post-16355947751007019722009-02-11T20:17:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:26:21.135-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAYS3OBJlRE/SZOkpqCZrqI/AAAAAAAABVs/tIuIoH8je4s/s1600-h/Louise_Gaylord-B%26W.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAYS3OBJlRE/SZOkpqCZrqI/AAAAAAAABVs/tIuIoH8je4s/s320/Louise_Gaylord-B%26W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301762221911158434" /></a><br /><br />Why do I write?<br /><br />Because I must.<br />Because there are words.<br />Because there are people.<br />Because there are secrets.<br /><br />Because the darkest spaces taste like fleece, and the quietest silences sound like rainbows, and happiness and unhappiness are both boots to the gut.<br /><br />Why do I write?<br /><br />Because I feel.<br />And because you do too.<br /><br />Why do I write?<br /><br />To dig out all the things I know without knowing, to live in all the places I cannot be, to see all the things that are not there.<br /><br />Why do I write?<br /><br />Because I can imagine that I can.<br />Because lightning struck late in life and nothing around me was ever again what it seemed.<br />Because what I invent is finally the truth.<br /><br />Why do I write?<br />Because I get away with murder.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4306580387762576604-1635594775100701972?l=louisegaylord.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PJnoreply@blogger.com0