I once heard someone say that “writers write not because they love writing, but because they’re insane.” I disagree with this. What I’m sure is meant to poke fun at the often exhausting work of stringing together the precise words becomes a cheap degradation. For me, writing is so much more than grueling. I catch too many “glimpses of Eden,” of paradise, for it to only be work. With writing, there is as much erasing and deleting as there is beginning anew. For me, it’s about destroying in order to create, leaving the right things out in order to reveal something more surprising. It’s about surprising myself.

— Glimpses of Eden (Honorable Mention in BAM Round Up for Writers Contest)