what happens to you after you write? not having given birth i know i'm speculating, but it's the closes thing that i can think of. you have something that is part of you, of you, literally coming out of you. the process of getting the words from you to the page is at times a struggle and other times they simply slip from you. and then they are something separate, an other. they are not yours anymore, not really. people read them and understand them in a different way than you may. when i come back to something i've written, especially something i've written for other people to read, i'm struck by this otherness of my writing. it feels so strange to read it and know that it came from me...