I also thought of playing improvisational jazz and I did take lessons for a while. At first I tried to write fiction by making up things that were completely alien to my life.

I was punched breathless by the strongest emotions I have ever felt and they are now stored in my intuition as a writer.

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

I feel I've always been writing about self-identity. How do we become who we are? So I'm just writing from experience what's concerned me.

The muse appears at the point in my writing when I sense a subtle shift, a nudge to move over, and everything cracks open, the writing is freed, the lanuage is full, resources are plentiful, ideas pour forth, and to be frank, some of these ideas surprise me. It seems as thought the universe is my friend and is helping me write, its hand over mine.