Message in a book

I have been meaning to write this forever, but things got in the way. I’m not willing to delay it any further, which probably means I’ll make a rush job and the whole point will be lost, but… here’s to trying.

When we write, we write about something. Or rather, we write because of something.

That’s it. That’s what I wanted to tell you about. You see, I’ve been mulling it over and I think it might be a truth. Not necessarily the truth, but one of its facets. Let me elaborate:

When I was little an...