And sometimes it just doesn’t work. I think you have to admit that. But that’s kind of what I like about writing. You can just play with it. My dad liked to build models and raise pigeons. I like to write. I’m not so much in love with sentences (as I feel I should be), as I just like to craft stories and words and watch something useful and valuable rise up from the mess of language. Some days I have it, and some days I just don’t.