Having a day job again I found really kind of fueled my fiction, because it became almost this forbidden thing where I had to sneak off and do it in private.

I wrote my first books when I was single and then I got married and then had a kid and there were different things happening in my life.

Hefty? I'd railed to Peter, waving the clipping for emphasis. Hefty? For the record 'Hefty' is a trash bag. I'm festively plump.

I also believe that if you're really a writer, you'll write, and that nobody could stop you.

There's nothing wrong with keeping your mouth shut if you don't have anything nice to say.

I'd love to spend a day being supermodel beautiful.

I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my pockets.