Why I Write by Walter Block

In this previous blog of mine, I was trying to figure out why I write. I waffled around. I mentioned several options, all of which are secondary. Getting it “off my chest” was as close as I came. I finally figured it out: if I didn’t write, I’d simply burst. You’d literally see little pieces of me all over the place. I’m sure that if I were the last man on earth and no one would ever read what I wrote, I’d still write. Writing is a tonic for me. I feel GREAT when I write, especially, rarely, when I come … Continue reading Why I Write by Walter Block