With my writing I’m first a sponge, soaking up through my pores as much as I can. Then a splatter painter, getting it all out and down on paper as I feel it. Then I am a puzzle maker, cutting out pieces with jagged edges, sometimes cutting a big piece in half, straight through the middle of something that might have seemed cohesive. I put it all together, take it apart, and put it together again. Finally I am a sculptor. Preparing the work to be seen. Trimming excess at the edges. Once it’s complete, I make sure it’s really complete forever, and then I can’t look at it anymore. I move on and won’t come back no matter what.