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.