I don’t think I’m a genius, but writing is so easy for me that it’s effortless.
Dancing in fields of word is just what I do. But I don’t want to do it for a living as there is no money in it.
I could write a thousand books like Barbara Cartland, but why? What would that get me? Not much, especially these days.
Even the longest posts on here didn’t take more than an hour. The average post is completed in less than three minutes, like this one.
I’m a decent writer when I don’t try. I’m far better than that when I do. But no purpose to it.