I think genius can have a lot to do with nerve. And permission.

I hope what I do when I draw from other people's lives is pay tribute. To try to understand what it means in our society to be silenced. To try to understand how class and gender intersect with that. To try to understand how being named and classified within the context of psychiatry can intersect with all that, as well.

I think the key to writing the truth of our existences, so much of this is being incubated online, is examining the conflicts and the messiness, our sometimes dividedness, dealing with gender and other hierarchies, and also our identities outside of them, deeply personal and yet somehow critical and circumspect.

I think the online space can be a free space, in that we are not reliant online on the publishing industry or readers who just don't get it.

It is only through having a stable loving partnership that I began to feel in control enough to attempt a strict writing discipline, to realize something I always knew was simmering underneath.

My rage and sense of alienation as to how women have been written, have allowed themselves to be written, in so many ways, has political roots.

I have almost never been compared to male writers in any review. All women.