It all began about 3200 BC. My ancient Sumerian ancestors followed their own urges and started to write things down. Now, over 5000 years later, I’m still at it. I guess you could say it’s in my DNA. I know some don’t have as many writing chromosomes as I do; they got the painting or the musical mitochondria, which I clearly lack. And, by the conscious effort of answering Mr. Adler’s website question, I realize that my writing is seldom a conscious effort—except of course when I need to pay the mortgage—but comes on through urges, in fits and starts. I have had moments when it flows smoothly, but am still in search of that project that “pours” out of me, as I’ve heard can happen. I am inspired in my writing by the ability to improve, to learn how to tweak the words just so and then feel that flutter in my middle when I read it back. Meanwhile I am happy enough when someone pays me to live the dream of a struggling writer.

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