I'm over thinking this again. I do that a lot. I've been over thinking words for more than half of my life. I'm a writer obsessed or an obsessive writer. I'm not sure yet.
I began writing at eleven. My first obsession was Emily Dickinson. Her collected works went with me every where for about a month. Her words still cling to pieces of me.
I grew up before internet was a thing or maybe I grew up when internet became a thing. There were like seven websites when I first typed in www.aol.com into a search bar. I never stopped searching.
I discovered Saussure, Bhabha, and wa Thiong'o in graduate school and began to understand my current condition. It's complicated.
I didn't trust myself with words for a long time. I still don't, because someone once told me that the difference between the right word and an almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
I write to find//