i've been known to paint black sludge across my notebooks, spilling my fear and paranoia like the intestines of slaughtered livestock......i bleed black ink for those who have wronged me, and for those whom i've wronged......my pain becomes poison for the eyes of those who would dare pry into my secrets.....for reasons that i can't explain, i can only write with black ink....only with certain pens......i leaf through my notebook until a page tells me that it wishes to be written upon......and if i try to use the computer to compose a piece.....the words simply will not come................but am i a writer???? hardly.......