I have forgotten my rave reviews and memorized my vicious ones - like most writers.
we write as if our lives depended upon it. They do.
At fifty the madwoman in the attic breaks loose, stomps down the stairs, and sets fire to the house. She won't be imprisoned anymore.
Don't ye know that ev'ry Soul on Earth feels itself to be an Orphan?
I have a very sensitive nose. I identify with dogs. I understand the world through my nose.
We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.