Scared Is What You're Feeling. Brave Is

I Tend To Be So Lost In The Work That I Don't Notice The Weather. My Partner Will Come Home And Say, 'beautiful Day, Wasn't It?' And I'll Say, 'was It?' As I Won't Have Noticed The Real World At All.

I Say "on Principle" [regarding 'lesbian Writer'] Because Whenever You Get One Of Your Minority Labels Applied, Like "irish Writer," "canadian Writer," "woman Writer," "lesbian Writer" - Any Of Those Categories - You Always Slightly Wince Because You're Afraid That People Will Think That Means You're Only Going To Write About Canada Or Ireland, You Know.

There Are Some Tales Not For Telling, Whether Because They Are Too Long, Too Precious, Too Laughable, Too Painful, Too Easy To Need Telling Or Too Hard To Explain. After All, After Years And Travels My Secrets Are All I Have Left To Chew On In The Night.

I Was Not Exploiting Any Real Individual's Story In Writing Room, Of Course I Was Aware That My Novel, By Commenting On Such Situations, Would Run The Risk Of Falling Into Those Traps Of Voyeurism, Sensationalism And Sentimentality.

...real Loneliness Is Having No One To Miss. Think Yourself Lucky You've Known Something Worth Missing.