The consciousness of one's physical self had to be repressed because, socially, the female body was so visible, an ongoing provocation and incitement of specular curiosity and fascination.

People called me a tomboy. That was the term used then. I was very much someone who was comfortable in male clothing, and even later when I grew up, I was constantly wearing dungarees, wearing guy shirts.

I'm not sure why my muse is female, except when I am deliberately playing against that figure.

I had a couple of Asian readers and other folks tell me, "Oh, you have a lot of sex in your writing."

My muse is very often, in my mind, a nagger. She nags me.

I came to realize this weird projection: you are much more passionate about hating something outside of you when you know that something is also in you.

In short, for me - I'm kind of projecting onto you - distraction has become a modus vivendi, a way of life. Rather than complaining, I am recognizing that I couldn't do what I wanted to do because I'm distracted.