There are people who write because they love the craft and there are people who write because they’ve got a huge tangled up ball of yarn taking up too much space inside them and writing is the only way they can even attempt to find that buried end, to unravel the whole mess, upset by upset, insight by insight, and fashion it into a story, one that makes sense to them, till at last they’ve created a thing of beauty, a tapestry of their own design, one that fits who they’ve become, in spite of where the material originated from.
-JLK
