Even when your living flesh is scraped apart from you with the blades of oyster shells, you must write.
Who is to blame when words won’t behave?
Write what is forbidden and set yourself free.
Is a change in perception about our writing possible? What can we learn from the neck of a dove?
What did Prometheus give to us all?
What is a worth worth compared to the deed?
How long should it take to write? How long should we give to our writing?
Shall we blame the writer for writer’s block?