(Still more thoughts about writing about writing.)
Ultimately, I don't intend to be writing about writing for very long. The most interesting thing that's happened in these pieces has been that regularly the piece starts as writing about writing but finishes somewhere deeper, more universal: I've written about about fear, about energy flow, about perfectionism, about expansion instead of contraction. It's like I'm starting by walking down a wide, bright hallway, off of which dimly lit corridors stretch in myriad directions. It's not always obvious where they lead.
I'll keep walking the wide hallway so long as I keep ending up in other, unexpected places.