I tried, but I can’t put it down. I can’t walk away.
Maybe my writing is too intellectual, or too derivative, or too this or that… I still do it.
If I quit writing I’ll have lost my voice. I’m not very good at expressing myself in spoken words; in fact I stumble when I try, or say things that I don’t mean, or string words together awkwardly and don’t always get through to people.
When I write, at least I can get my ideas down and people can kind of follow my logic on things. It’s my one release, my one option, my one way out of the shell of awkwardness I live in.
I can’t stop writing. I may as well stop breathing if I did that.