I’ve always said my writing isn’t for anyone, I do it for me. What is it about writing that makes it worthwhile? I never considered myself a writer. I still don’t know if I’d consider myself a writer. I write but what am I writing? Is this going anywhere? These thoughts, these stories, these at times seemingly silly blog posts? Why am I more inspired to write on certain days than others? Is it really like a muscle that you have to train? A skill you have to practice? Or will it just happen one day? I’ll be struck with a divine bolt of literary inspiration and the novel I’ve talked about writing will just spill out. It’s not going to happen that way. But I can still wish for it to happen that way.

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