He Looks Tired, Like Someone Walked On

I'm Very Interested In The Way The Internet Has Changed Teenage Life. Obviously It's Very Different From When I Grew Up, When There Weren't Even Answering Machines, Much Less Computers. I Was Telling My Children This The Other Day, And The Little One Said, "did You Have Electricity, Mom?" And I Was Like Okay, Enough, Kid.

I Grew Up In The 70s, When People Talked On The Phone - And Just Talked More. I Remember The Phone Was The Epicenter Of Our House. I Spent Hours Every Evening As A Teenager Waiting For The Phone To Ring And Talking To My Friends. Before The Age Of Technology, It Was Also Easier To Just Disappear From The Face Of The Earth.

Her Only Thought Was Of Getting Away, As If She Were Carrying A Live Grenade From Inside The House, So That When It Exploded, It Would Destroy Just Herself.

What I Suddenly Understand My Job Is To Make People Uncomfortable. + I Will Do It All My Life. ---> My Mother, Sasha Blake, Is My First Victim.

I Write My First Draft By Hand, At Least For Fiction. For Non-fiction, I Write Happily On A Computer, But For Fiction I Write By Hand, Because I'm Trying To Achieve A Kind Of Thoughtless State, Or An Unconscious Instinctive State. I'm Not Reading What I Write When I Wrote. It's An Unconscious Outpouring That's A Mess, And It's Many, Many Steps Away From Anything Anyone Would Want To Read. Creating That Way Seems To Generate The Most Interesting Material For Me To Work With, Though.