I guess what I'd tell anyone writing is it takes time to have the process gel inside you. You get good at getting to that special place, dipping into the well that is you. It's that place of magic that makes you think at times it is someone else doing it through your hands and fingers, a muse, a universal consciousness. Whatever it is, whatever combination of factors, you feel you've been fortunate even when the rest of your life is a mess. There is no rationality here, common sense. You do it because it's what you do.
I grew up in Queens NY in a working class environment that didn't rub off on me in any notable way. I felt stuck there, trapped. I couldn't wait to leave. When I did it was to Brooklyn, NY where I've for 30+ years. It's no piece of cake either. Naturally I dream of that some place else that would feel right. It's in some of my songs too, the wistfulness.