The Writing Day Can Be, In Some

For 10 Or 11 Years, I Had My Kids, I Wrote Four Or Five Books, And I Was Working All The Damn Time.

I Think You Know Everything At Eight. But Is Is Hidden From You, Sealed Up, In A Way You Have To Cut Yourself Open To Find.

Having Kids Is Very Difficult To Do On Your Own, And It's Really Crazy Difficult To Think You're Doing It As A Team And To Find Out That You're Not Actually Part Of A Team.

The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.

I Am A Trembling Mess From Hip To Knee. There Is A Terrible Heat, A Looseness In My Innards That Makes Me Want To Dig My Fists Between My Thighs. It Is A Confusing Feeling - Somewhere Between Diarrhoea And Sex - This Grief That Is Almost Genital.