Let me start with why I started writing. That was long ago. Some things which I had observed made an impression on me which correlated with what I had thought about. Some other seeds just erupted inside of me somewhere and sprouted, slowly and painfully. They were out of my control. The compulsion to put them down in words was intense.
Now I write for the same reason. The theme or some character haunts me until I get it out of my mind. The only way I know is to write.
Should anyone read what could be drivel. To them. Not at all. Nobody has to read anything written by anybody. But you get to meet strange and sometimes bizarre characters when you read. Sometimes you come upon your own fears and hopes.