I'm really bad at commenting on people's work, especially my own. I write from the heart, not the head, and the moment I start to analyze something, I break it down into such small pieces that it disappears completely, never to be seen again. Writing is easy, as I told someone recently. You just slit your wrists and wait for the blood to pour out over the keyboards. But saying why something was written, far harder. If I knew why I wrote something, I probably wouldn't be able to write.