Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter.
“So we see Edward as a young man on the road and he meets a giant and he brings the giant to a circus where he meets a Miss Calloway. He sees the woman of his dreams and I am the only one who knows who she is.”
“This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me.”