The title is but one small illustration of how difficult it must be to learn English; I am well versed in that language.
Let’s consider reasons for writing. The subject in the title sentence implies having to wait for some perfect moment of inspiration. But writing is more discipline than waiting, I openly admit to not being that type of writer.
For a very long time I wrote because I was told I inspire people. Yes, I believed I could help. I want to fit in with a certain group of people. Perhaps there was a certain satisfaction that those reasons made me somebody.
Those reasons are no longer true. Maybe I write because I want/need to. I now edit my work by how authentic it is; authentic is a large word. Maybe it is simply, “To thine own self be true.”
Until next time…😎