There is something in writing.

You can tell when someone does it to entertain

or does it not to be bored,

or does it for love.

There is emotion there.

Maybe there is emotion in paint too.

It’s a joy to read someone’s joy

or sadness,

something real.

It’s a frightful bore

to read anything else.

The greats know this and learn to love their craft.

A writer must learn to love themselves

if they want to do it

for a career.

Sure,

there are pretenders,

some even make it big,

but the greats

who become legends

find a quiet room

and type.

God… they love it!

If you’ve met one,

that’s all you need.

Ambition gets in the way

of everything else.