Why did people try to shush trouble away as if it were an unruly child?
Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious.
I never know where I'm headed when I'm working on a book.
The story has to flow from an unstructured, felt place, but then I have to bring my analytical brain to bear on issues of craft.
We grow, we mature, some of us give birth, we age, we die.
As we change, the way in which we are perceived in terms of our relevance, our value, our beauty, and sexual potency changes.