I always believe things are going to work out.
It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.
For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.
I had a strong desire to write and some free time.
I found myself both touched and irritated by the discovery that she was vulnerable.
There are moments when you feel trapped, ill at ease. A year later the same feeling can turn out to be the theme of a book.