I write every day because I’m compelled to express myself and because I love playing with language. Sometimes I think it’s just a bad habit, especially when I think about how much $ I’ve actually made per hour over the course of my professional life as a songwriter and author. The return often doesn’t seem worth it. And, still, I start scribbling down some thoughts and, there I am again, chasing down an idea that seems important to me, trying to form sentences into something someone else might find intriguing enough to spend 7 minutes reading, and something they might even give a few claps. It’s kind of a sick business. Fortunately, I already know how to play the ukulele. Peace.