I tend to think in dramatic terms. In life, there may be an actual drama, but it would be the fictionalized, imagined drama that engaged me.

Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?

Shakespeare would seem to have been a person for whom the human voice/personality in all its splendid idiosyncrasy was absolutely enthralling.

An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.

A writer can't subtract or excise any of his/her past because doing so would erase the work produced during that time.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.

Early publication can be a dubious blessing: we all know writers who would give anything not to have published their first book, and go about trying to buy up all existing copies.