I Am Too Nervous To

But I Can Hardly Sit Still. I Keep Fidgeting, Crossing One Leg And Then The Other. I Feel Like I Could Throw Off Sparks, Or Break A Window--maybe Rearrange All The Furniture.

I Guess My Writing Has Changed As My Life Has.

Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.

Fiction Shows The External Effects Of Internal Conditions. Be Aware Of The Tension Between Internal And External Movement.

My Life Is Going To Change. I Feel It.