I love to write. I am lazy. I haven't the discipline to write at will. I just can't find it. I write when the spirit moves me, a thought, an idea, a musing and suddenly I'm ready to go. With that energy unleashed, I love the act itself --- the way it feels, engaged --- more than the end product. If I am pleased with the result, I feel "it wrote itself" and I only corrected syntax and spelling. For me that's the joy of writng. I must be a coward, because I shun and run from the sweat and toil of writing.