The Writers' Circle

I kinda just wrote this as an excersise, so it probably sucks and there are probably a lot of typos. I don't know writing has become so frustrating resently, I'm not sure what to do with myself so I just write random little tidbits. Anyway, here it is.

An hour. Such a small amount of time, and yet so much could be done with it. It could be used to love or to hate, to destroy or to create, to live or to die. And one hour a day? 365 hours a year. Two weeks. 15 days. So much time that so much could be done in. But what to do with it? What could this great power be used for? Solution: Writing. If I wrote just one hour every day, oh the wonders I could create! The lives I could live, the castles I could build, the dragons I could tame! And all I need for these wonders is some paper, a pencil, and my hour. My hour. One a day, more if I want, if I can, but never any less. And if it is less? Don't let it be! Write gibberish! The hour doesn't even have to be together, like the stars; always in the same sky but always apart. The point of this exercise, this faith, this religion? To write, and through it live. How many hours do I waste everyday, watching TV, surfing the web, sleeping, when I could be living! And not just my life. The life of all my characters, the adventures they experience, the hardships they bare, the bravery and love and knowledge they discover! I might not write well, but I write! And what I write is my creation, and now one else's! No one has the same thoughts, the same ideas, the same feelings as I do! No one else is quite as crazy as I am! Are two people ever truly alike? Never! For as I write, and as someone else writes, we write from two different minds, two different hearts. And all this in just one hour. One thread in the fabric of space and time. In that hour a star can be born, a star can die, a star can shine. I can shine! And through that shining, I shall be complete, and my writing will complete. All with my 2 weeks, my 15 days, my 365 hours. An hour. My hour.