I have no notable musical talent or experience. After my wife died I began to play guitar and sing (all covers initially) for emotional release. I recorded many, many cover albums to share with family and friends. There is something quite magically therapeutic about making someone else’s words/music your own, singing it out, and then listening to it come back you via a recording. Then, all of a sudden, I began to binge-write my own songs, recording 8 full albums, archived now for free at https://paulkameen.bandcamp.com/   This burst lasted for about three years, then stopped completely. I have no way to account for it aside from the sometimes strange effects of trauma on creative production.