How nice when where I actually want to be isn’t where I thought I wanted to be.
Read MoreI didn’t want to spend my days fretting about life’s pins and paperclips, its due dates and bottom lines.
Read MoreI believe stories find the people who need them when they need them.
Read MoreOf all the things I can do, writing looks and feels the least like doing.
Read MoreUncertainty remains not only my constant companion, but the source of all my inspiration.
Read MoreI forget I was the one who chose that goal, and it becomes something without which my life is incomplete.
Read MoreAt the end of the work day, I am sometimes left wondering what exactly I should be upset about?
Read MoreHaving a race filled with obstacles at regular intervals I had to clear made sense to me.
Read MoreMy old thoughts may have led me to where I am now, but it is the new thoughts that will carry me forward.
Read MoreAt nineteen, I was not prepared to call a 62 year-old ex-marine on his racism or antiquated notions of women’s independence.
Read MoreIf I place Gatsby on some holy pedestal, if I deify Fitzgerald, it makes my next book that much harder write.
Read MoreLife is so engrossing when you give it your full attention.
Read MoreIt was the shame of it not being perfect, and of someone noticing and telling me so, that so worried me.
Read MoreStorytelling has reminded me how personal my suffering truly is.
Read MoreI didn’t believe good sentences were my passport to publishing success, but I did see them as conspicuous ambassadors of my ability.
Read MoreIt’s easier to change what I’m doing than what I believe.
Read MoreIt was never the movement that brought me where I wanted to be, just as it wasn’t typing that wrote my stories.
Read MoreI had to learn to listen on purpose, regardless of whether I was hearing something at the moment I sat down to write.
Read MoreSomewhere there were people with fast, responsive computers, but I just wasn’t one of them.
Read MoreIt easy to spin dark fantasies about your future, a science fiction dystopia where nothing you write is read.
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