Its Friday, its snowing and its writing time. Over this past summer, I lost something -- a desire to write. Well, not a desire, exactly - more so the itch to write, and I couldn't figure out why. And then, in September, the itch returned, and again, I couldn't figure out why. But now I konw. Writers need other writers to keep the juices flowing. Not just any writers, but writers that challenge, that encourage, that are really into the writing and not so much into the "form" or the "right way" to write. Well, its back. The itch, that is, and I'm writing full steam. It feels good.