You, personally. Yeah, you. Stop looking around, pal. You.
Is it because you have a story to tell? Are you the dippy kid who is always staring at the stars? Are you angry at the world and this is your manifesto? Did something so amazing happen and you have to share it with the world? Are you too shy to speak so you write instead?
Were you born to it? Is it a calling? Did Aunt Dorthee tell you that you have a talent?
Writing is hard, you know. People will disrespect you. They won’t take your work seriously. They’ll think less of you if you aren’t published in under two weeks. Their eyes will glaze over when you try to explain how “the process” works.
But you know that, don’t you. And you’re still writing. That is fantastic. I’d like to know why.