This. I cannot tell you the number of times I have questioned my desire to write, my ability to write, my right to write, the reason to write -

but it just. keeps. coming. back.

And I can’t deny it anymore. It takes too much effort and it’s too painful to not write than to just do the damn thing and put it out there, even, or especially, when I don’t think it’s any good.

For whatever reason I’m called to write. And so here I am. Writing. Publicly and more often privately. I write because I must.