A writer needs to write.
I feel driven to create, characters, stories, dramatic scenarios, song lyrics, poems, stage plays, musicals… I have dusty notebooks and file cabinets full of work. Some finished, some rough. It occurs to me that this work can just sit there, or it can go out into the world and maybe, just maybe, inspire or move someone. Maybe.
A writer has got to write. Sure.
But a writer also needs to be read.
Thus begins an experiment. As I post these missives – will you read them?