I miss how easily words seemed to come to me. Lately, I keep thinking about my “first poems”, which used to be about Puppies, Kittens, Dogs and Cats. Through ages 6.5 -10 I think I was very cleverly hinting at what I wanted for Christmas! My parents were a bit slow on the uptake though, I only got my pets in 2001 
Creativity is so hard to sustain. Writing on demand is virtually impossible.
I fear my future.
Although there are various possibilities that have been very expertly outlined and debated ( where words such as “rich” and “husband” were thrown up – get the gist?) there are slight reservations. Slight.
So basically right now I fear that I am going to end up a struggling writer with no access to Facebook and no money to go to KFC, living in a poky one-bedroom flat with several cats who are my only source of company.
Bah.
Otherwise life is good ya.
Please find comfort in the knowledge that “writing on demand” is rather cliched of a term for readers and writers alike in this day and age. However from a career standpoint, your engagement of readers is exemplary, or so i would imagine. Anyway, your publishers wont have a tough time making money. Best wishes.
Ooh! Fellow KFC enthusiast! It never ceases to astound me, how many people are NOT crazy about KFC!