When I was a young woman, after I graduated from university, I worked in publishing in Manhattan. The first house I worked for was Oxford University Press. This was a very nice place to work! The people who worked there were eccentric, they were old-timey kind of publishing people. One of the editors wore bedroom slippers! They had book sales in the library once a month, and you could order books from their list for free sometimes. For instance, I got the Complete Works for zero dollars and zero cents! We had half days on Fridays in the summertime, presumably so we could get to the Hamptons in time for cocktails. It was all very not for profit. Then I decided I wanted to move to Oregon and write, so I quit the job. When I told my boss, who was English, that this was what I was doing, he said to me, "Go West, young woman," and I have always saved a little fond spot for him in my heart because he said to me, "Go West, young woman." But I did not go West, not then anyway, so after a spell of not working, in which I would buy the New York Post every morning, along with a bagel and coffee, then spend the day writing, I took another publishing job, and in this job, I had an office that overlooked the Chrysler Building, eye to eye with the secular-church-spire-y top. I would watch the way the sun lit the silver hubcaps throughout the day, or the spire, as I say, it was like a magnificent sundial and I was some Druidic worshipper, though I had stupid office things to do to justify my paycheck. One of these stupid office things I had to do was to file papers—not that I was a file clerk, but that I was some sort of person who had to create files for the papers she produced, letters, memos, spreadsheets, what have you. But I found this task tremendously difficult, for I was unable to categorize the papers in such a way that some would belong to one file while others would belong another file, linked to their file mates by some criteria that eluded me. To me, each paper was sui generis, belonging only to itself. At the same time, each was related to the others in ways that precluded separating them into separate files. What criteria, after all, was I to use? I could not decide—I was not a good categorizer! So I used a lot of file folders, and many of those folders only contained one file. As I say, I could just as easily have had only one file folder and placed all the papers in that one folder, because they were all as related to each other as they were unrelated. In the aftermath of having made some sort of go at this filing business, I imagine it was then rather difficult to find various memos or whatever it was I filed if ever I needed to refer to them. I imagine that would have been very difficult, but I do not remember. I am now having a similar difficulty with my website. I do not know how to categorize my work because I have so much of it! So far, I have made categories based on either when the work was made or series I have done. That was sensible of me! But I do not wish to show so much of my work anymore, and now I must figure out a new way of showing—and categorizing—an edited version of a large oeuvre, and I do not know that I can do it! In addition to that, I have so much new work to add, but because I do not want to create the same kind of categories as I did in the past, I do not know how to add this new work! And yet, it must be added! I wish someone would come and do this job for me, but they will not, I know they will not, and so I must do it myself. I have enjoyed telling you this story. I have enjoyed it because telling stories does not confuse me. Even though my writing can be very circular and brambly, I am rarely confused when I am working with sentences. Sometimes, it is true, I have to treat my words like breadcrumbs to make my way back to my original point, it is true that sometimes I have to do that because I am so digressive. But there are words, they can be used like breadcrumbs, and I can do it! Besides which, circularity is very logical to me. In fact, it is probably the shape of God. Unfortunately, now I must return to my website to be flummoxed by its reorganization. It is really very much like filing.