Writing is so tricky.
When it’s most inconvenient inspiration strikes and unless it is written and saved the idea is lost to the wind. When you sit with the resources and time to write for hours, a wall bigger than Trump’s is created in your mind and you experience phenomenon that could not be more irritating called writers block.
Or maybe its that you have far too many ideas that whiz and swirl in your mind like a tornado until something causes you too focus and be capable to produce something worth reading.
And as you write, who knows will anyone like your topic, your style, your words. But then you remember that you write for yourself and not for others approval. But you can’t help wanting people to like your writing and it does my fucking head in sometimes.
DISCLAIMER: I LOVE WRITING, DON’T THINK I’M HATING ON THE ARTFORM!