That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?

Why do I do this?

It is a heady, crazy thing.

Maybe there’s a bit of the megalomania about it. God complex, anyone?

Is it the thrill of it all?

Is it a pathological need?

Genius or madness? Such a thin line after all.

Why do I keep coming back to it? Is it the one thing I am good at? I can’t sing (though I do). I’m marginal at playing an instrument.

But writing?

Yeah.