 The whole competition thing disturbs me. Not that I wasn't a part of it when I first started. |
| I've often entertained paranoid suspicions about my fridge and what it's been doing to my poetry when I'm not looking, but I never even considered that my fan was thinking about me. |
| My self-editing process is intense. |
| I suppress the vast majority of what I write. |
| I wanted to rock back and forth between myth and distant futures, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. It felt a bit like prophecy and a bit like storytelling. |
| I feel as though I've fooled the world into thinking I'm an adult and now they're letting me procreate. |
| I no longer feel pressure to produce fiction. |
| I am still interested in the long or serial poem, but have written a few smaller things. I may start sending to journals again in a year or so... that's about it. |
