Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.

Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.

...sentences swallowed and sung back and swallowed all over again. She was made entirely out of words.

I'm named after Jane Austen's Emma, and I've always been able to relate to her. She's strong, confident but quite tactless.

I'm really not one of these procrastinators who cleans the house in order to put off writing, but life gets in the way.

There are some tales not for telling, whether because they are too long, too precious, too laughable, too painful, too easy to need telling or too hard to explain. After all, after years and travels my secrets are all I have left to chew on in the night.

Maybe I’m a human, but I’m a me-and-Ma as well.