At regular intervals, my brain shplurps out creative things that I then turn into little symbols that, apparently, other people are able to understand.
I don’t write because I want to, or because it’s “fun” or “rewarding”, or, goodness me, “edifying”, I write because I’m a writer, and I don’t really have any choice in the matter. I’d rather be good at drawing, to be perfectly honest, but I couldn’t draw the side of a black and white barn if my life depended on it.
So, read this stuff if you want, I don’t really care. I’ll be writing it whether or not anyone’s reading it.