There's something about writing that tells the world about the author. It would seem to me that any careful writer places a piece of his or her soul into his or her writing. This goes beyond the hackneyed halls of the "Mary Sue" characters and into the realms of a limited sense of immortality. That might be a bit of an over-aggrandized evaluation of the act of writing, but consider how long the true "classics" have been around, and you may think twice about whether I'm overstating the potential.
Alas I sigh, recognizing that I'm no Plato, Hemmingway, Conrad, J.S. Mill, or Aquinas. I'm just a regular bloke with a wife and kids who is occasionally hit by bursts of inspiration, during which I make a run for the keyboard, and hammer on it for as long as I'm allowed (sometimes over the course of several days) until a break in my writing tears me away, and I return to my ground state of normalcy.
That sort of makes me sound like an electron, doesn't it?
In any case, I've been blessed with some excellent mentors, a supportive wife, and a modicum of free time in which to write. Once in a while, I actually take that opportunity to infuse a word processing document with a small portion of my mental energy, and once in an ever greater while, I take a few minutes to put the results here on Fictionpress.
I hope you all find as much joy in reading my stuff as I found in writing it. After all--it is within the realm of possibility my words will be around long after I am.