The reason I am still writing is simple: it matters. Even after forty years plus I am
still at it. In the beginning, it was letters, then journals now my blog.
There has always
been someone else out there who I was writing for even if that person never read the piece–at least one person.
An audience is important; but nevertheless I write for me. Sometimes I solve problems, others times
I focus my concerns. I am aware that writing is one big way by which I express myself.
Through
out the years there always has been an invisible audience. Sometimes there was only one but that was enough.
I am always reaching out to that audience and I can not always tell you who they are but I do. The
only important thing I need to know: it still matters so I continue to write.
