I have written a number of books. I have no idea how they compare. But, I never thought of them as daunting. It’s a natural prospect for me. I read. I write. I have three or more in the works: One is a 46-page poem on Kant, another is about dating, and another that is breaking up into three is a collection of poems, short stories and critical pieces. I am currently reading A Biography of the Novel. Some of my heroes are Somerset Maugham, Sherwood Anderson, and Saul Bellow. Right now I am emboldening titles, making sure there are three spaces from the title and the bottom of the last piece, two between the date and the title, and one between the date and the first line of each piece. In Google docs I am looking for the color feature because some of the dates are links and they are blue. These kinds of things drive me nuts. That’s the tedium of writing. I love writing, in general.