I Surround Myself With Women

I Can't Even Tell You What Else I Imagined. I Can Only Humiliate Myself To Such A Degree; At A Certain Point It Becomes Humorous, And This Story Is Not Meant To Be Humorous. This Story Is Meant To Winch Your Ribs Open And Tamper With Your Heart. This Story Is Meant To Make You Realize That Your Chances Of Happiness In This World Are Terribly Slim If You Lack A Fine Imagination.

When My Husband First Read A Draft, He Said, "you Spend Too Much Time Describing The Characters' Outfits." He Was Right. I Removed Much Of The Clothes Talk, But Quite A Bit Remained.

I Go Through Life Now Reminding Myself To Remember Something, And I Do This While That Something Is Happening. I'll Be Experiencing A Moment And I'll Say To Myself, "remember This!" Otherwise My Whole Life Just Blurs By.

I Don't Think Women Are, By Definition, Toxic To One Another. I Think Women Are Simultaneously Competitive Toward And Idolatrous Of Each Other. I Thrive On That Challenge And That Desire.

There Are Some Writers Who Are Done When They Finish A Draft Because They've Thought It Through Beforehand. Whereas I'll Finish A First Draft And I'm Nowhere Near Done.