it’s a question i’ve asked myself numerous times.
i still don’t know the answer to it.
there are some simple components that i agonize over, and it trips me up every time.
who is my audience?
this may be the hardest of the questions.
do i write for me? i think that i probably do.
which isn’t a wrong motivation.
you really can’t write for the sake of writing.
it is, to me, by nature a chore. it takes time. thought. effort. all things that are in short supply sometimes.
do i write for the masses? as if my words could possibly be important enough.
i think that sometimes i write for you,
(scratch that — i KNOW that i write sometimes for you),
because you need to hear these things.
or do you? why am i arrogant enough to think that you “need” anything, let alone something from me?
maybe sometimes i write FROM you,
inspired by the both the triumphant and the tragic.
my words have been my asset and my downfall. which is which? i guess that’s up to you.
i labor and agonize over my words, and have to decide if it’s worth it.
yet here i am, so here goes:
you’re welcome, and i’m sorry.
it’s up to you to decide which of those you believe in.