Michigan State University's Special Archives wanted my literary papers for a long time, but I always resisted selling them. They seemed too personal, too private, and I had grown used to boxes and file cabinets full of drafts and everything else that makes up a writer's life filling the house. But when I finally signed the deal and they carted off 90 boxes dating back decades, I felt liberated in ways I could not have imagined. The boxes took up physical space, but mental space, too, and I found myself contemplating projects I'd never guessed I'd have the brass to try--the latest is a mash-up! I also felt freed of expectations about my career. In an unexpected way, I had secured my legacy; people can study my work in all its history years from now.