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My Husband Is Always Accusing Me Of Being A Context-free Individual. He Asks Something And He Has No Idea Where It Came From Or What It Related To. I Have To Supply Him With Way More Supplementary Information Than I Ever Have To Supply My Female Friends.

I Go Through Life Now Reminding Myself To Remember Something, And I Do This While That Something Is Happening. I'll Be Experiencing A Moment And I'll Say To Myself, "remember This!" Otherwise My Whole Life Just Blurs By.

I'm At That Age Where I Notice Friends Checking Out My Face And Wondering, Has She Been Botoxed? There's A New Map There People That Are Trying To Read. I Think If I Did Get Any Kind Of Enhancement I Would Be Very Public About It. I Don't Want People Wondering - I Want Them To Know.

I Guess What I Find So Interesting About Memory, And Its Role In A Person's Identity, Is How The Attempt To Achieve Accuracy Requires You To Remove Yourself From Your Life In An Authorial Manner.

When I Was Writing My First Draft, And Feeling Grandiose, I E-mailed An Artist/clothing Designer I Know And Suggested We Collaborate On A Fashion Line Inspired By The Outfits My Characters Wore. I Regret That We Never Did That.