The Web Editor grew up in the chains, and the chains meant romances, Harlequins, Silhouettes, and a host more imprints than he cares to remember. It was not a happy time. He read Beckett to cheer himself up. I was young and naive then, certain I could conquer the world. I wasn't looking for love.
Some people write because they're driven to pour it out on the page.
Others write because it's the only thing they really know how to do. I'm one of those. I never bothered learning how to do anything practical in school. I'm going to be a writer. Clutters up my mind with useless facts.