I don’t know. After all that I have said and all the reasons I have given, I still don’t really know why. There remains something bigger, something indefinable, something close to “it just feels right.” If it didn’t feel right I surely would have given up a long time ago because god knows there are enough voices in my head telling me that I am not someone worthy of a voice. I won’t lie and say I don’t sometimes believe those voices, either. But writing is just my way of getting things out. It just feels right. It always has.