Few Writers Are Willing To Admit Writing

Good Parents Have Children Who Do Terrible Things And Vice-versa.

I Remember The Day I Turned Thirty. I Was Getting Out Of The Shower And I Stood In Front Of The Mirror And Stared At Myself For A Long Time. I Examined Every Inch Of My Body And Appreciated The Fact That I Finally Looked Like A Grown Woman. I Also Assumed That This Was How I Was Going To Look For The Rest Of My Life. The Way I Saw It, I Was Never Going To Age; I'd Just Look Up One Day And Be Old.

We Never Thought Some Guy Would Deliberately Fill Our Hearts With Brown Sugar And Then Pour Hot Water All Over It.

I Love Writing In First Person More Than Third. I Have To Basically Suspend My Own World. I Don't Exist. I'm Just A Conduit. So I Can Be Eight Years Old. I Can Be The Mother Of A Kid That You Find Out Certain Things I'm Not Going To Say.

There Is A Price For Popularity. Critics Look For Your Weaknesses, Your Flaws, Anything That Makes The Work Seem Like A Fluke And Not Seem Worthy Of All The Attention It's Getting.