My brook of words

I feel this urge to write. I produce words every day in a respectable amount. They find a momentary rest on my harddrive. But what story do I tell by continuing doing this? On the 23rd of August 2020, I begin my seventh year doing this. This morning, I have a faint sense of what that story is about: “the words I produce does not adequately go in my favour. Somewhere, there must exist another brook connecting me with the outside world.” I wish I find that brook soon!