I Feel Like If You Read Something,

I Don't Really Have Special Rituals, But I Don't Try To Write Fiction Unless I Have A Minimum Of A Few Hours. For Me, It Takes A While To Settle Into A Mode Where I'm Truly Concentrating

Is The Depressing Part That He's Only Half Right - It's Not That She Doesn't Need Rescuing But That Nobody Else Will Be Able To Do It? She Has Always Somehow Known That She Is The One Who Will Have To Rescue Herself. Or Maybe What's Depressing Is That This Knowledge Seems Like It Should Make Life Easier, And Instead It Makes It Harder.

Probably I, Like A Lot Of People, Became A Writer In Imitation Of Or In Homage To The Books I Enjoyed. When You're So Captivated By Something, You Think, Could I Do That? Hmm, Let Me Try

Perhaps This Is How You Know You're Doing The Thing You're Intended To: No Matter How Slow Or How Slight Your Progress, You Never Feel That It's A Waste Of Time.

Personally, I Have Never Wished I Were A Male Novelist.