I've been spending time with the Miss Dashwoods, reading Sense and Sensibility. The woman sat writing her stories in freezing England, well-read, well educated, loved by her family, hilarious, biting, and apparently not all that attractive. (Hence all the writing.) I know she was creating the world as she wanted to see it. Building relationships and dashing them, enjoying and wielding the power of the writer. Entertaining herself, because all the books she read were so boring. Depth, insight and power.
Anyway. Writing gives hope for other writing.