I think yesterday I forgot why I write.
I needed a little reminder and in its clever way, life and the universe have set out to remind me. The prompts have been many and various, climbing out of the woodwork to bang me on the head.
This one is a good example.http://www.livewritethrive.com/2012/04/09/644/
And I didn’t go searching, it came looking for me. All I have to say to the universe is thank you for the timely kick.
Whilst I write to be read, I also write because that is who I am, because I have little alternative if I want to be able to live with myself. So, whatever happens, however many times someone decides my writing is a load of old rubbish, I’m still going to be doing it and still going to be shoving it out there at them.
Maybe at some point someone will say ‘Oh, all right then!’ just to shut me up!