Yes, writing is not easy. But can any writer imagine NOT writing?

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

I love slow readers. And readers who think about what I've written, think about how it's written - and copy me!

I don't know how women stop being friends with other women.

I feel like so much of what I'm doing is making a road where there is no road and inviting people on that road with me. It's scary. It's scary, but I can't listen to the voices that are saying form is the only way, or that there is only this kind of form or that kind of form.

Mainly, I try not to think about my readers as I write - I just think of my characters and myself - If they're interesting to me, my hope is that they'll be interesting to others as well.

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.