Why do I write? Do I gain something from it? Is it just for fun? To entertain the others? To express myself?
Do I get lost in my writing? Does it consumes me? Maybe it doesn't consume me. Maybe what I write is what I never got to be. What I will never be. Something I love and hate,but never took part in my life.
Maybe I'm just going crazy. All of these years of writing books,of having frustrations,of fame,of being loved by the fans of my books,of anger,of loneliness,of depression,of happiness,of whatever life threw at me or maybe I should just finish my new book. Instead of asking myself so many questions,I should just write.