I'm Proud Of What I

My Friend Kathy Is The Only Person Who'll Be Halfway Honest With Me. 'did You Ever See A Cowboy Film, Where Someone Has Been Caught By The Indians And Tied Between Two Wild Stallions, Each Pulling In Opposite Directions?' She Asked.i Nodded Mutely.'that's A Bit What Giving Birth Is Like.

Here's How It Is: I Feel Guilty About Every Single Bite Of Food That Goes Into My Mouth.

I Used To Write In Bed, Starting When I Woke Up. I Believe That Creative Work Comes From Our Subconscious Mind, So I Try To Keep The Gap Between Sleep And Writing As Minimal As Possible.

My Truth Is That What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Weaker Rather Than Stronger, Although It Makes You Wiser.

God! I Hated This Business Of Being Grown-up. I Hated Having To Make Decisions Where I Didn't Know What Was Behind The Door. I Wanted A World Where Heroes And Villains Were Clearly Labeled. Where Ominous Music Comes On-screen So You Can't Possibly Mistake Him. Where Someone Asks You To Choose Between Playing With The Beautiful Princess In The Fragrant Garden And Being Eaten By The Hideous Monster In The Foul-smelling Pit. Not Exactly A Difficult One, Now Is It? Not Something That You Would Agonize Over, Or That Would Make You Lose A Night's Sleep?