When I include or exclude subject matter in my writing, I don't feel like I'm making a moral or aesthetic choice. I'm not protecting my privacy or trying to entertain you. What I write about is decided by an intuitive feeling for 'what is essential'. Sometimes that path crosses my day, my life, my emotions, my relationships, my family, the world around me, how others struggle, how I struggle, art, meditation, you know, about things in this life. Other times life stands aside and the writing is all theory and analysis with occasional poems. Underlying these blooms, I search for the roots, the originators of that voice. What must be said? Deep down there is a desire to write. What is it based on? I think the answer is to just enjoy the words.