I have a hard time getting started. Often writing offers nothing in return. It’s like coming to a table where others are sitting, but nobody greets you or passes the food. You have get it yourself, but nothing has a taste to it. It’s like chewing on cardboard.
This kind of writing is hard work. It is not inherently exciting. It’s like digging in the earth and hauling away heavy buckets of dirt. Every once in awhile I find something interesting. Then, there is momentary enthusiasm, and play, but it doesn’t last.
Why do it? Because overall I believe it’s worth the effort, and those moments of play are fun.