I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.

I grew up flying over oceans and moving and sailing.

Like a lot of writers, I just got sick to death of conventional fiction. I absolutely couldn't stand the illusion of reality and plot. I just couldn't stomach it.

You have to want something or you're finished.

I suppose you retire from trying. If you retire from trying, you think, "Maybe love will just come my way if I don't want it anymore."

When you get immersed in whatever you're writing, the world does suddenly get so filtered through what you're writing. And then of course what you're writing then filters the world right back.

I do some messing around with things, not necessarily about me but about place and people and the things around.