All of my books come from pain.

You don't market-research a novel; you really are writing it for yourself. It's a hobby, in many ways. The problem becomes what you do when you're confronted by criticism. You just don't listen to it.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

It's like my characters, all my men are Dad and me in a mess; all my female characters are smart and hopeful, like Mom just trying to make the best of things.

I think we've all lost some kind of feeling.

I have to return some videotapes

I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.