Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.
People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing at all.
Write what you love. Love will hold you through the hard times and hold the world during the good times.
