Okay, so I titled this post over the weekend, and as I sit down to write it, I cannot think of a single thing.
So I started writing. I emerged from the dark. I'm happy now. Even in "dark" times, I am nowhere near the kind of blackness I once was. Thankfully.
So...now that I'm a writer, why do I keep writing?
Because I like it?
*frantically trying to think of a different blog topic*
*scanning over what I've already written, finger hovering over the delete key*
Oh, my gosh! I already answered it!!
Why do I keep writing?
Because I'm a writer. (Man, I am a genius at this moment. *snarf*)
Now that you've started writing, why do you keep writing?