There is something about writing — it can feel selfish. Writing is solitary act that takes time. There are people that depend on me to survive (no,seriously), to be educated, to be involved, keep our home functioning, and honor commitments. There are those who need and want my attention. The list of “to do’s” seems unending. In the midst of pressing needs, should I make time to write? And, if I do, what’s the point? I’m not the only writer...
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