There Are Too Many Ideas And Things

I Like For People To Figure Things Out For Themselves. It's Not Like I Have The Right Answer, But If I Have A Visceral Reaction To Something, I'm Sure That Other People Will, Too.

When I'm Writing, I'm Trying To Immerse Myself In The Chaos Of An Emotional Experience, Rather Than Separate Myself From It And Look Back At It From A Distance With Clarity And Tell It As A Story. Because That's How Life Is Lived, You Know?

I Do Throw Out A Lot Of Ideas, And I Forget Completely About Them.

As I'm Writing, I Start To See Connections, And Themes I Didn't See, And That Sparks Other Things. So Then I Go Back And Rewrite Things Or Alter Them. It's A Combination Of Intuition And A Lot Of Finessing. It Becomes A Combination Of The Rational And The Irrational.

There Really Is Only One Ending To Any Story. Human Life Ends In Death. Until Then, It Keeps Going And Gets Complicated And There's Loss. Everything Involves Loss; Every Relationship Ends In One Way Or Another.