I write. I don’t know why, for sure. It’s just a pulsing thing within me, flaring from time to time causing words to pour forth in various forms and qualities. Sometimes it’s just mindless drivel, ( very often it’s mindless drivel ) but there are certain times when the flow of words is so effortless and seamless that I know that it’s good before it ever reaches my fingers, before the words have formulated from the concepts, long before I have any real idea what I’m actually writing about.