The Hardest Piece Of Nonfiction I Ever

I Can Write For Any Magazine Now, In Any Voice. I Can Do It In Two Hours, I Could Do It In My Sleep, It's Like Writing A Grocery List.

I Should Figure Out Why I'm So Much More Interested In Doing Something That I Think Is Really Hard. But, Somehow, The Thing That Is Hard For Me Feels More Noble.

Hope Is A Horrible Thing, You Know. I Don't Know Who Decided To Package Hope As A Virtue Because It's Not. It's A Plague. Hope Is Like Walking Around With A Fishhook In Your Mouth And Somebody Just Keeps Pulling It And Pulling It.

People Gave Me Such A Bad Time About Wanting A Baby. I Didn't Want A Baby, And I Still Don't. I Wanted A Dog.

Writing Is A Miserable, Awful Business. Stay With It. It Is Better Than Anything In The World.