I was struck by the personal nature of the topics. Not too unlike what I write about here. I caught myself nodding in agreement as I captured the difficulties of writing. How tough it was to find sustainable inspiration. To find a voice and express a particular understanding or observation in a meaningful way.
I often wonder why I feel the need to write. Why do I continue to guilt myself into a paragraph here and there, struggling to make something from nothing. I don’t have an answer, but I did find a clue in one of the lines of the pages I dug up: