There's so much stuff being written! Every year, how many books come out? I can't keep up, and I read a lot. It's amazing.

I've always been intrigued with the male characters in novels like 'Pride and Prejudice' such as Mr. Darcy, and this poem is part of a series of poems that explore desire and obsessions. The poems have been sitting in a drawer for a few years, so I decided to dust them off and work on them again since I have not written a new poem in more than three years. I'm not sure anything will become of the series, but at least it gives me something to work on in a period where I feel very uncreative.

My life in general, orderly or not, it allows me more freedom in my own writing. Sometimes I wonder, though - I have friends that sit around and just write all day. And I think it's the coolest thing.

I was sort of obsessed about corporate people committing suicide.

There's an attraction to emotional clusters or hypocrisies or awkwardness. A desire to expose something or point at something that's already poking out.

I can't help but go against the grain, I suppose it is in my fabric to be a rule-breaker.

I feel like I give myself all day long to other people and other things, and I still seem like I have something to write once in awhile. Not often, though.