I feel there is an essential truth in the works that writers produce,
especially those pieces that make it to publication.
There is an inherent beauty, both dark and delicate, that
our words bring to life. As readers, we don’t necessarily gravitate
toward a particular book because we’re searching for
a truth, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
It doesn’t matter if the writer is a free-spirited ‘child’ or one
who created within structural guidelines… whether it’s between the lines
or blended within the very words on the page, as artists
writers craft truth.