was interesting.

A small crowd of 6 gathered for “charm” night (we do a theme at every reading). During the course of the night, we got into a discussion about how our work had changed over time.

I’m not sure I told the truth about that when I said that I thought I was being more careful and economical with language.

I know I was telling the truth when I said I had lost a sense of abandon: an ability to just let go and write like a wild fuck, chasing the words where they go and determining the destination after I get there.

I’ve gained control only to lose a measure of freedom.

An even trade in terms of art?

We’ll see.