When writers talk about writing they make it sound so big, like you gotta pull out your guts, pull out your demons and put them to paper and the paper will set them to burn. But I just wanna tell my little stories, put a little theme here or there, just so. Some characters, maybe a mystery, a death, just a little story, some drama and a sentence that curls around on itself, that eats the one that came before and the digestion changes its makeup, its meaning, but just a little story, some family trauma, a story like the night dad came home and beat the door off its hinges. Let’s pull on it and see where it comes from. If I push maybe I can see where it goes. Put it on paper and watch with me while it burns. It’s bigger than when I started.