the moment I realized I could write a novel was back in 2013 when it was one on one care-work with a paranoid schizophrenic, and every evening after the days events had crowded on past, I would sit at the counter chatting conspiracy theories and literature elitist literati with coworker churning out 3 to 5 pages on the mornings notable events (threats of suicide, talk of ghosts, diamond planet, cigarettes) and after a month and a half I would have an entire books-worth of meta-material (not prosed and honed, be it) sitting in archival binder, locked and clocked inside a cupboards future reference.