I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them, and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere they are visible yet everywhere occult.
Believe it or not, perhaps I don't show it much, or well, but I think I like people.
As a writer, the worst thing you can do is work in an environment of fear of rejection.