“…the thing they do not tell you about being a writer who talks of life and such, is that you will cry. A lot. At your desk. When nobody else is around. And if someone is around, they’ll immediately assume something is wrong and want to comfort you. But what they don’t know or probably won’t understand is that you’re crying because the simple act of bashing the words out on your keyboard is your comfort and release”
— from an email my dad sent me, many years ago.