I have this weird compulsion. I really ENJOY writing.
If anybody else likes it, that’s cool. That’s like icing on the cake. I’m happy if a byproduct of my personal compulsion brings joy or entertainment to others. My biggest concern is actually the opposite — that my blather might be toxic or unhealthy. Words can be powerful after all, and they sometimes have a weird and unpredictable affect. (One asshole even claimed the pen is mightier than the sword — SURE! — so how come it’s always the ones mouthing off with words who end up getting their asses beat??)
I sometimes hear writers talking about having “writer’s block.” I have no idea what they’re talking about. My biggest problem is getting myself to shut up every now and then.