Patty McMahou. This poor person who writes you came into the world in a moment when her mother almost didn’t expect her. Before marrying and procreating, I was already putting my fingers to the keyboard uncontrollably. Something like automatic writing, but without being possessed by a spirit. So putting letters, words, phrases in order, giving them a sense, making sure they’re understood, is something I’ve been doing a long time (even if it embarrasses me to say so).