It's the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.
Root out all the "to be" verbs in your prose and bludgeon them until dead. No "It was" or "they are" or "I am." Don't let it be, make it happen.
I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.
It's tough to break yourself as news to a town that already knows you.
I struggle with confidence, every time. I’m never completely sure I can write another book. Maybe my scope is too grand, my questions too hard, surely readers won’t want to follow me here. A novel is like a cathedral, it knocks you down to size when you enter into it.