Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.
The first thing is how awful it [cancer] was, the experience. You know, when you first go through it, you're just trying to survive. But when I wrote about it, I really digested it. It was unbearable but I had practice behind me.
It's the process of writing and life that matters... We are trying to become sane along with our poems and stories.