The author tells the story of how, as a young man struggling to find his path in life he was put back on the road to God by a caring minister and slowly learned how to speak to God, in quiet meditation, in church, or even on the subway.
Sometimes I think I must be nuts because for me writing is a way to relax. Sure, I get anxious about it and I'm pretty critical of what I write, wondering if I can ever fix it. But then, when the words come and I'm in a grove, I'm not going to be critical of anything. Until the next morning!