Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.
But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.
The day is breaking someone else's heart.
Class is classlessness.
At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.
Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.