The evidence is in, and you are the verdict.

I honestly think that in order to be a writer you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here?

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I'm kind of a gossip hound, but watching the media whip the small fires into giant forest fires so that they can cover the result is infuriating.

Expectations are resentments under construction.

I was raised by my parents to believe that you had a moral obligation to try and help save the world.

Just don't pretend you know more about your characters than they do, because you don't. Stay open to them. It's teatime and all the dolls are at the table. Listen. It's that simple.