It's the process of writing and life that matters... We are trying to become sane along with our poems and stories.
Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.
The first thing is how awful it [cancer] was, the experience. You know, when you first go through it, you're just trying to survive. But when I wrote about it, I really digested it. It was unbearable but I had practice behind me.