When I’m writing, it’s as if I am sitting in a garden, like a jungle where everything grows, and when I am rewriting, I’m riding on a horse through a field, brandishing a beautiful sword, the sword of discrimination — not racial discrimination — but discernment, I suppose you’d call it, a sword of discrimination. I am brandishing the sword, and there’s music, like Wagner playing, bumpa-da-bum-bum, and I’m cutting everything that doesn’t belong. So there’s writing, and there’s rewriting.