Memoirs need confusion. It's the thing every human has in common. We are magnificently confused.

I always wished to be a better planner. It seems more elegant, while my trial and error process is more akin to someone scratching an awful case of poison oak.

Memoir is a unique opportunity to revisit yourself. I don't mean by memory. I mean in the revision process. You don't just write a chapter and that's it. You must constantly return to it. You must dote on it. And even if it's saying something ugly about who you are, you have to find the poetry in it. You have to find the poetry in yourself.

I struggle with staying clean every day, and what really keeps me from doing something stupid is my daughter.

Shamefulness is always a huge part of my characterizations. I like protagonists that reveal, either through "honesty" in their various thought processes or via their actions, perhaps telling us things they're not so keen on disclosing through their interactions with the outside world. Probably both during the duration of a novel.

In my life the right question is simply this: What can I do to be happy today?

I'm a very tactile learner, so I need analog index cards, moving them all about, trying out various sequences for the book's architecture.