Handle With Care is a strange story, not least because it’s unfinished. It’s an interesting example of form-driven storytelling. I didn’t start this story, as I often do, with a scene or a theme or even a character. This story started with a rhythm. I let the language tell me where the story should go. It turned out much better than you might expect. That is: it actually makes sense. I ended up with a story that probably could not have been created any other way than it had . . . a world where people and places are shipped to and fro in the mail, and where churches keep mile-high vats of ice cream in great fields for storing sweets.
It’s very strange, and admittedly a little mystifying on its own, but it’s a good example of process.