The Publishing World Is Very Timid. Readers

When I Was Growing Up The Publishing World Seemed So Far Away. When My Mother Wrote A Book, She Would Look Up The Address Of Publishers On The Backs Of The Books She Owned And Send Off Her Manuscript.

I'm Always In The Kitchen, Cooking And Experimenting - I Love It. And Every Now And Then I Think, 'i Should Write A Cookbook' Or, 'i Should Write For Food Magazines.' And Then I Get Drawn Back To Writing Fiction Again.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss? Romantically She Decided That Love Must Surely Reside In The Gap Between Desire And Fulfillment, In The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.

Jemu Watched His Father Disappear. He Didn't Throw The Coconut And He Didn't Cry. Never Again Would He Know Love For Another Human Being That Wasn't Adulterated By Another, Contradictory Emotion.