I often envy my friends who are visual artists. Visual artists have other things to work with. Other media. I envy my sculptor friends: they have hunks of matter. Marble. Wood. It's physical, which I find very appealing. What we have is nothing, is just glaringly blank.

When I sit down with my notebook, when I start scribbling words across the page, I find out what I’m feeling.

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

Confidence is highly overrated when it comes to creating literature. A writer who is overly confident will not engage in the struggle to get it exactly right on the page - but rather, will assume that she's getting it right without the struggle.

It's essential to have sacred time for writing. All successful authors have some daily commitment to keep on-track and moving forward.

We are tyrannized by our options.

You can start your day over anytime.