Different genres allow me to not feel so hemmed in by my own voice, tics, style.

Writers are socially observant. We find people endlessly fascinating, and real life is mysterious. Sometimes it's hard to stop staring at the strut and squawk of my fellow man. They can be quite inspiring. Sometimes it's hard to stop talking to them to see what in the world they're thinking.

Women are constantly underestimated in our power, our reach, our collective pull.

Memories are like water.

First, you hand over some basics-overwhelming joy, existential angst, a giving-in to desire, etc. And then you promise to withstand talking idly about the weather, to encourage cliché, to uphold the virtues of average. You hand over the need to be understood and, in return, you get a bar of Normal soap. And you can wash in it and be daily reborn to a safe world of modest, enduring love or, at least, mild, well-mannered bonding.

I have faith in human beings. I struggle with that faith.

Being cross-genre, you can encounter an image and decide not only how to best express it but what form would express it best.