I once looked like Norman Mailer in a picture with bad lighting.
The usual way - through a long series of rejections, revising my manuscripts, and kept trying again and again. Finally I was fortunate enough to find a good agent.
What intrigues me is the difference in how women experience power, and how men do.
I've shut myself inside these walls, and I'm going to be a very lonely old lady if I'm not careful.
He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.
Feelings aren't sensible. Sometimes you fall in love with people who don't make sense. And the ones who do make sense turn out to be the wrong ones.