I have a little problem with writing these days.
Let’s not even start to ask the quality question: whether you’re good. It’s something that – at least for me – is terrible to even attempt to answer. If you’re not writing for recognition, why bother?
Then again, if not for that reason, I wouldn’t make my writing accessible. I must be pretty obvious by now that I want it to be read. I have to admit that the best part comes when someone laughs over your writing, or has something to say about it.
Do I experience any particular sensations…you know, that giddiness they all talk about when I write? Sometimes. So do I always mean what I write? Sometimes not. Consequent to the aim of having my writings read, sometimes I write to please people. If there’s an ethical code to writing – so to say – I should’ve been banned. Long ago.
And do you notice how your moods affect the kind of writing that comes out? And the books that you read?
If you feel like writing and nothing comes out, nothing pops…does that mean you’re struggling in vain? That you can’t really write, but indulges yourself in the confidence that you can?

My writing has taken an extremely dull turn...I'm worried if it's innate.