It's not that I don't enjoy other people, but what I find with writers is this back and forth. And also, there's no need to talk about work.

Do not discount the psychic warmth of the hive.

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.

For no matter the shadows of an age, the picture of a young couple in love, we are told, speaks most luminously of the future, as the span of that passion makes us believe we can overleap any walls, obliterate whatever obstacles.

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

I did feel a little afraid, as you say, the complete liberty and "elasticity" of it. But I found that I liked some of the things that it availed me of in terms of emotion and tonal stuff. I came to find it appealing.

Usually, when you're talking about work with other writers it's because something seriously bad is going on with your work and you've absolutely thrown out a lifeline and you're hoping that someone will help you with something. Either there's some bad feeling you have about the work, or sometimes it's not specific - just kind of solidarity.