Writing A Story Is Kind Of Like

And She Loved A Man Who Was Made Out Of Nothing. A Few Hours Without Him And Right Away She’d Be Missing Him With Her Whole Body, Sitting In Her Office Surrounded By Polyethylene And Concrete And Thinking Of Him. And Every Time She’d Boil Water For Coffee In Her Ground-floor Office, She’d Let The Steam Cover Her Face, Imagining It Was Him Stroking Her Cheeks, Her Eyelids And She’d Wait For The Day To Be Over, So She Could Go To Her Apartment Building, Climb The Flight Of Stairs, Turn The Key In The Door, And Find Him Waiting For Her, Naked And Still Between The Sheets Of Her Empty Bed.

In The Army You Feel Violated - There's No Private Space. Writing Was A Life-saver, A Way Of Recovering Private Territory.

When I Write, I Never Know The Endings. What I Think Works In [my] Stories Is The Fact That When I Write, I Really Want To Find Out What Is Going On-i'm Writing For Myself As A Reader. It's Like When You Dream A Dream. I Want To Know What's Behind The Door. If I Navigate, It's From A Place That's Totally Intuitive.

I Think That Before My Son Was Born, I Didn't Have A Strong Sensation For Future. I Was Living In This Kind Of Never-ending Present.

It's Funny, But I Think My Stories - The Good Ones - They're Much Smarter Than I Am.