Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.
You gain power by pretending to be weak.
They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.
A writer's job is to cultivate what can go wrong. You're always looking for that dramatic arc of where things can fail.
When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.
The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.