Why are you staring at me, sir?

I'm writing a letter.

I'm writing a book.

I intend to write my memoirs.

I'm writing a novel.

We talk about leapfrog technologies.

Well, I'll write it down.

I'm writing my pa a letter.

I'm a playwright. I'm working on a play now.

I'll just write num there.

I can spell like the dickens. Constantinople?

I have already learned to write the Abjad.

I'm writing for people from different regions.

But I'm always writing cheques.

I didn't just write sad stories

I don't think I even know how to write.

Yet, I write about all the things that are on this list.

First, I write about other things. Second, you're not that interesting.

It speaks so eloquently to the problem. 'I'm writing a book on magic,' I explain, and I'm asked, 'Real magic?'

I am Bill Gates and I write the code.

I write these stinking license, which I do.

Tony, I've been writing this stuff for years.

I write with a goose quill dipped in venom.

So, I've been writing online for about 5 years and actually I have been writing online for about 13 years, but let's forget about that.

So I write software. And that's how I do it.

Here I am, trying to write about yesterday before I forget.

My name is Jarrett Krosoczka, and I write and illustrate books for children for a living.

I write while in a trance and I'm usually in touch with the dead,

I'll write him myself and tell him I want him here with me.

I've been writing a book about

I also work for Index On Censorship.

I write everything down I feel uneasy without my notebook.

I do this all day long. I want to write something else.

I do it all day long,

I shouldn't be writing this. I've misrepresented myself.

I, Sinuhe the Egyptian write this... in my place of exile, on the shores of the Red Sea.

So I'm writing my memoirs for the Sunday Times Magazine in Europe.

I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.

Because I'm writing a book about all this, I'm still looking into it, so I don't have the answer.

I write in shame, sitting in my house, unable even to stop eating and drinking, trapped in my memories of you. Nothing can intercede on my behalf.

I was writing a book about sustainable energy, and a friend asked me,

I'm really struggling with how to write about you on the little flyer.

No! I write my letters on small blue paper with my initials on it.

I always write my poems in a diary. It's one of my little idiosyncrasies.

I wanted to write about me, simple and clear.