Joris had said, years ago but it’s like yesterday, when they start getting it steady, that’s when the real writers emerge.
And I’ve always been haunted by that, struggling as I was, living with my future wife, that I was one of those, those that dabbled with writing because they were lonely, but then, then there are the moments that it spews out of me, some turn of phrase, some image, and it becomes some thing: foreign and beautiful and complete.