Dragons

What is it about the secret nature of writing that transforms an author into a dragon?

He closely hoards his cache of jewels, cradling them, warming them with his own body. All who know the ways of dragons know he has piles of treasures and trinkets, yet few have ever seen the magnificent wonder. Of those who have, fewer still have wandered away again to tell the tale. For this creature takes not visitors - instead, he flies low over the outlying lands. A sudden flash, a darting swoop - another treasure for his hoard; a maide who will polish the gems and lighten the endless days. He will protect her as a precious ruby - and even allow her to venture again to her home, to speak of the awe-filled cavern in which she dwells. But to take a diadem is to seek punishment. Steal, borrow, lend, depict - all are equally forbidden in the dragon's lair. For the dragon enjoys his reputed fame, wishes not to destroy it in its physical manifestation.

Perhaps one day, the dragon will have a change of heart. Allowing his companion to share his wealth, or speak of it freely, will be easier. Sunlight will pierce through the cave, illuminating those wondrous treasures. Perhaps.

Until that time, this dragon will continue to track each trifle, guard every gem, and keep my visitors scant. Writing awakens the dragon in me - when you are pulled into the cave, you will be captive. But to be captivated...you must make your choice.