The central creative act is to put pen to paper. Writing has always been infused with a specific physical sensation for me––the way the hand moves across the page, the way the ink enters the fiber. When I was 17 years old I didn't believe I could ever be an artist. Nonetheless, I went to the art supply store and bought a blank sketchbook, my first blackbook. I told myself that it didn't matter what I wrote or drew, so long as I filled up the entire book. It took me many months, but when I hit the last page I realized that I didn't want to stop. I've never stopped. The blackbook is still where the freedom is found, where the world makes more sense, where the poem is born.