You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.

The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

No matter how long your've been at it, you always start from scratch.

girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests.

I remember liking to write stories pretty early on. In fourth or fifth grade, they would give us the beginning of a story, and we were supposed to finish it. I remember liking that. But I didn't think about deciding to become a writer until high school at about the age of 16.