Sometimes I worry I’m not serious enough, but then I’ll get some inspiration and write down an image, or idea or fun sounding line, and I’ll return to that seed to try and grow a poem.
I write between interruptions. I’m a drop of water suspended among grains of soil and humus. I write because the nature of the world dictates that we all are, of necessity, coerced to do what the inner child in us does not want to do.
I have very clear memories of curling myself hard into a corner of our orange living room couch and putting my nose in a book after school. I’m not writing for kids now, but I have always been deeply aware of the power of storytelling, so I’m motivated by that.
Sometimes I’d say I was writing something for the record. Some historian would find it one day and be able to quote it as indicative of the times, the atmosphere, the culture. I still believe in that function.
I’m answering this question in May, and I just read this morning about how NASA was able to fix the computer code in Voyager from 15 billion miles away. To me, that is peak human activity.