I’ve been writing for many decades now and I’m finally going to say it: I love a lot of what I write. I love it so much I go back and read the good stuff over and over, just because. It’s like rereading a good book. There’s that woozy satisfaction, every single page, even though you know what’s going to happen. It’s like listening to the same good music, over and over. It moves you. It makes you happy. It’s as if it’s there just for you.