There Is No Answer. It's Okay. But

It's Possible, In A Poem Or Short Story, To Write About Commonplace Things And Objects Using Commonplace But Precise Language, And To Endow Those Things—a Chair, A Window Curtain, A Fork, A Stone, A Woman's Earring—with Immense, Even Startling Power.

In The Beginning, When I Was Trying To Write, I Couldnt Turn Off The Outside World To The Extent That I Can Now.

Dreams, You Know, Are What You Wake Up From.

I Think A Little Menace Is Fine To Have In A Story. For One Thing, It's Good For The Circulation.

I Am Too Nervous To Eat Pie.