There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.
The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.
For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.
Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.