I Certainly Understand Very Much What It's

Funny, When You Finally Faced Reality, It Was Amazing How Clearly You Could See Things.

A Common Question Asked Of Writers Is "when Did You Decide To Become A Writer?" The Answer, Of Course, Is That We Didn't Decide Anything. It Was Decided For Us. I Firmly Believe That Mythical Godmothers Make Appearances At Our Cradles, And Bestow Their Gifts. The Godmother Who Might Have Blessed Me With A Singing Voice Did Not Show Up; The Goddess Of Dance Was Nowhere In Sight; The Chef-to-the-angels Was Otherwise Engaged. Only One Made The Journey To My Cradle, And She Whispered, "you Will Be A Storyteller."

As A Writer, You Paint Strokes And Leave Suggestions So Readers Can Create Their Own Pictures. That Allows You To Know Someone By A Small Action And It Saves Countless Pages Of Explanation.

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.

Approach Your Lives As If They Were Novels, With Their Own Heroes, Villains, Red Herrings, And Triumphs.