The art and act of writing - speaking just for myself - involves getting your proverbial ass in the proverbial chair.

I think it's just too kinda juicy and compelling to imagine people in their private lives, but then half the time people's private lives are just so much more bizarre and Ted Haggard-like than you could ever imagine. It's almost hard to write fiction anymore.

The art and act of writing - speaking just for myself - involves getting your proverbial ass in the proverbial chair.

This is, I believe, what happens when people take their own lives. They're not killing themselves, they're killing the world. Either to spare it pain or to cause it some, depending.

This is what I think: If you had the nerve to live what you lived, you should have the nerve to write it.

You can't really compare hells. But I suppose the hell of being strung out on another person's addictive behavior is its own special thing.

You need an entire drama to construct your life around to avoid living it.