My stories are never quite good enough

When I'm working on something, I proceed as if no one else will ever read it.

It seems to me that since I've had children, I've grown richer and deeper. They may have slowed down my writing for a while, but when I did write, I had more of a self to speak from.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.

They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.

But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all.

How plotless real life was!