We grow, we mature, some of us give birth, we age, we die.
I never know where I'm headed when I'm working on a book.
As we change, the way in which we are perceived in terms of our relevance, our value, our beauty, and sexual potency changes.
Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious.
Why did people try to shush trouble away as if it were an unruly child?
I'm interested in endurance. People persist in the face of the most excruciating hardships.