When We Write We Begin To Taste

I Honor English Majors. It's A Dumb Thing To Major In. It Leads Nowhere. It's Good To Be Dumb, It Allows Us To Love Something For No Reason. That's The Best Kind Of Love.

The Odd Thing Is, That I Wrote The Great Spring While I Had Cancer And It's Not About Cancer. It Was After I Was Done With Cancer That I Wrote A Book About It.

Too Often We Take Notes On Writing, We Think About Writing But Never Do It. I Want You To Walk Into The Heart Of The Storm, Written Words Dripping Off Hair, Eyelids, Hanging From Hands.

Kill The Idea Of The Lone, Suffering Artist. Don't Make It Any Harder On Yourself.

There Is No Security, No Assurance That Because We Wrote Something Good Two Months Ago, We Will Do It Again. Actually, Every Time We Begin, We Wonder How We Ever Did It Before.