On the Writing Process

Every once in a while, my head gets buzzy.

That's almost certainly not the best way to describe it, but it's a starting point. Everything has to start somewhere.

My head gets buzzy and I begin to think in poetry. Snatches of poetry really: beautiful lines that seem as though they should fit together, but really have little to nothing to do with each other.

Which, of course, drives me bat-shit. It's like having schizophrenia that manifests itself in vines.

That's actually a pretty good description.

Because, to make sense of this poetic series of arabesques, I attach them to characters. The poetry becomes a voice, and thus gains a context.

Much easier to deal with than random lines that flow into each other without connection or coherence.