Why do I even bother? Why do I take the trouble to sit down and write, of all things!, knowing fully well that what I articulate will probably not be as ground-breaking or as eloquent or even as sensible as I would like it to be? What do I get out of it? What do I want out of it? What drives me? What drives writers in general?

Update: Penmanship and me.

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