I watch my pen dance across the page, the passion and romance of a bygone age. The words they weave and whirl into life with tales of yore, turmoil and strife. You can create anything if you just move your hand, heroes and villains fighting for hallowed land. An endless tragedy or complex mystery, a lonely soldier with delusions of victory. With imagination you can do anything it’s true, now the only one in the way isn’t me but you.