It sounds arrogant to be grateful for my brain, doesn’t it?  But it’s not something I chose or really had much to do with at all. And yet, while I think I’ve encountered insurmountable hurdles of complicated fiction building,  my brain will break them into discrete chunks and tackle them, one by one. I am always amazed by that, as if I am watching someone else do it. I am grateful that my brain will do this, even if I don’t understand how.