I Prefer A Cluttered Workspace.

I Wrote Before I Could Write. I Got My Hands On A Journal, Maybe A Hand-me-down; I Had Three Older Siblings. My First Entries Are In The Handwriting Of The Sister Closets In Age (5 Years My Senior). She Must Have Gotten Tired Of My Dictations Because She Gave Up And Then My Blocky Scrawl Shows Up. I Wrote Plays As A Kid Mostly.

Genres Are Just Bottles For The Various Boats. The Boats Matter To Me.

When You're In The World Looking For Only One Thing, You Find It Or It Finds You. The Obsession Can Be Mutual

I Prefer True Over Happy Now.

Weakness, Like Not Being Able To Bury The Past. Weakness, Like Not Giving Up Hope When You Know You Should.