I wonder why I write. I wonder why I
don't. I wonder how my day begins and ends - I don't really know sometimes what happens between waking up and going to bed. Sometimes I almost
kill myself writing. Sometimes, there’s a hardly ever a word that jumps off the
tip of my pen’s nib (Oh yeah, I write the old way too). Not writing anything is
a worse death. I truly dread that.
15 years on since I first started
scribbling for a living, I go on. And I am not bored of it yet. I thought I will,
at some point. But I am not. I have met people who quit. I have met those who
quit to do better things. I have met people who are bitter because they quit. I
have met people who gave up because they found business management. And me? I
write and I also do a whole lot of other things that include running a business and
a home.
I guess the question is, what am I writing today?
