I don't know how to identify myself. I can't say that I am a writer or an artist or any other neatly defined, entirely cohesive entity. But my writing belongs to me. When I listen to my words, I hear the sound of me. And if I look at all the words that are now outside of my head out there in the real world, sometimes I can even see "what" I am.
Grimaldo's mother said she was thrilled with the result, and that she could hear some of Samantha's voice in it. "We're just