Chez Moi

What makes me think I can write? What makes me put pen to paper or sit at the computer and type random words on a document? What makes me *want* to write?

Am I a writer? Do my writings make sense? Do they actually appeal to anyone?

The answer to all of the above, is I don’t know.

I don’t know if I can write, if what I write means something to somebody, if it is actually worth it. But all I know is I want to keep writing. In the words of Somerset Maugham, “We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. “