My laptop broke and because of the storm I could not get a new one. And so I've been promoting my book via iPhone.

And we all get mired in the bullshit, the personality quirks, the personality disorders (ours and everyone else's), the jealousy, the disappointment, the blocks, the financial struggle, our egos, I do it too, I do it too, but if you can't remember it is all about the work and nothing else then I can't help you and you can't help yourself and you will lose. I promise you. You will lose.

In its current incarnation in my life touring is a lot of airports and hotels and car services and only OK food.

My last book was speculative. I just don't quite know what I am doing. But I'll get there. I have a list of things I would love to write.

Maybe just as many women writers as male writers could be billed as the next great American writer by their publisher. Maybe book criticism sections could review an equal amount of female and male writers. Maybe Oprah could start putting some books by women authors in her book club, since most of her audience is women.

In the wintertime I like macaroni and cheese.

I just think structure can make a book feel so much bigger. It's the architecture. You could use flimsy materials if you wanted to, even, but it could still feel big.