For some time now I have been worried that the fictional text I’m working on will turn into poetry. Worried because I know next to nothing about poetry: I do not know how to read it, and I know even less how to write it!
Today, reading my piece (20 short pages) aloud to a friend, the text suddenly presented itself as a play …
I really have no idea whose in control here – it certainly isn’t me – .
sketcher, reader, writer