I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix

I Think Men Who Can Cry Are Strong Men

On The Other Couch A Women Sits With A Young Boy Looking Through A Picture Book About Babar The Elephant. When I Find A Magazine And I Lean Back To Start Reading It, I Can See The Women Watching Me Out Of The Corner Of Her Eye. She Moves Closer To The Child And She Leans Over And Kisses His Forehead. I Know Why She Does It And I Don't Blame Her.

My Life Is Routine. I Wake Up Early In The Morning. I Brush My Teeth. I Sit On The Floor Of The Cell I Do Not Go To Breakfast. I Stare At A Gray Cement Wall. I Keep My Legs Crossed My Back Straight My Eyes Forward. I Take Deep Breaths In And Out, In And Out, And I Try Not To Move. I Sit For As Long As I Can I Sit Until Everything Hurts I Sit Until Everything Stops Hurting I Sit Until I Lose Myself In The Gray Wall I Sit Until My Mind Becomes As Blank As The Gray Wall. I Sit And I Stare And I Breathe. I Sit And I Stare. I Breathe.

I Wanted To Be A Writer That Had An Impact. I Wanted, And Still I Say The Same Thing, I Want To Write Books That Change People's Lives, Change How We Think And Live And Read And Write. I Wanna Write Books That Are Read In 50 Or 100 Years.

I Try To Make The Voice In My Head Come Out Onto The Page. I Try To Make It Much More Conversational Than Other Writing. I Speak Everything, So If Something Sounds Right I Write It. It's More About Sound And The Rhythm Of Speech Than Written Language.