I guess for every writer there will be a moment when your writing actually comes full circle. A moment when you realize that slaving away at your computer for nights on end actually matters. And that’s exactly what When Pens Collide did for me. Some writers have a high horse and I don’t. At all. I write and I know I have a talent for writing, but I pretty much have no qualms about giving other writers props and often thinking they write better than me. Ha! But on a Saturday afternoon, in the chilly art studio of Ron Draper in the Bronx – I knew that, that I knew, my writing had purpose.