'Why would you deny yourself something you want so badly?'

I meant to write about my reaction to this question, but I don't think I understand anything well enough to tackle it - not even myself. I also wanted to write something a little less cynical and a little more uplifting this time, a bit of a departure.

My aim now is to just keep writing short stories of around 10,000 words in hope that one will be good. I've got two complete now, as well as Six Different Ways (at around 59,000 - although I really don't like it) and I'm now playing with a third.

I nearly let someone read one recently, but surely that defeats the point of writing?