WHY (AGAIN) DO I WRITE?

To make and leave behind a memorandum of my presence as a human being and of my development in mind, heart and soul: Kilroy was here!

I write to work these matters out and play my way to clarity.

My life is an itch and writing is how I scratch it, etching a record on life’s desktop.

I write to answer my own questions, since only when I put them clearly to myself, sit down and stare at them, then loosen my gaze and listen within, do I get inklings of answers to ink on the page.

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