I love what I do. I'm so lucky.

Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall...and then I can write.

If you let anything infringe on your writing time, it will. And you won't get the writing done. Taking one day off can cost me five days of getting back in the mood. Going out to lunch can cost me anywhere from five hours to three days. And for me it's not worth it. For my own sense of well-being I have to finish my work before I can play.

It's been very hard, after being mostly a mom, to develop an adult life of my own. And not being married anymore, I have to come up with challenges.

There was nothing you couldn't do if you wanted it bad enough, and were willing to work hard enough to get it.

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.

I try to give people hope. Even though life is bleak, there's hope out there.