I am compelled to write. I get the angle. I come upstairs. The light goes on. I type in the light. All of a sudden something exists that didn't exist before.The writing isn't seeking readers but the writer is surprised by the ongoing reduction of readership. Sometimes I think, well maybe I'm wating my time when I write. Pretty sure my wife feels the same way based on her level of support. Then the angle, then the climb, then the light, then the...