Remember me? I'm back to my old self again. No responsibilities, no attachments, no encumbrances. I don't want to own anything, love anyone, or get too attached to people, places or things. It's a rule that seems to work well for me.

Never lose hope, and if you can, find the courage to love again.

I decided I would never do interviews again.

I completed my first novel when I was 19 years old.

What’s ready? Was Steinback ready? Hemingway? Shakespeare? Dickens? Jane Austen? They just did it, didn’t they?

In my late teenage years, I developed a real passion for it, and wrote a lot of poetry.

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.