On the whole, most biographies about literary women tend to diagnose them.

For years and years I carried these notebooks around with me - I had hundreds of pages of notes, these fragments that consisted of biographical anecdotes, diary passages, critical rants, agitations, scenes of my marriage.

My writing has always been considered extremely important, even though I make slim-to-no money at it.

I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.

I am curious to see what books will emerge from all this writing online that's the result of those who grew up pouring their feelings out on Livejournal or Tumblr - excessive, sometimes automatic, sometimes enraged, emotional, while also quite intellectual - or if formal books will emerge at all, if that's not the point of these unmediated raw spaces. I'm excited by the possibility.

People are depressed for many reasons, one of which I think is how we have been taught to react to trauma, to stress.

I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.