Musing (from tonight)

I like, when a piece, begins to form and days after beating your head against a wall and finding every other thing to do and check, you finally at your seat, begin to write and finally the piece is flesh and you know how to clothe it and you know where to cut and like a corset it becomes tighter and fuller at the same time and you can look at it and say, yes I am satisfied with what I have written.