Grief Is In Two Parts.

Romanticizing The Act Of Writing Or Any Other Art Is Not Very Helpful To The Artist Or The Art. It's Much Better If One Simply Does.

It's True, We Tend To Write About The Same Thing Over And Over Again Because This Is Our Trauma. If I Had Been In World War Ii, I Might Have Been Writing About D-day Over And Over Again.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

People Always Tell Me Either A. You Love Him. B. You Hate Him. My Usual Answer? C. All Of The Above.

What Other People Think Of Me Is Not Really My Major Concern In Life. What Other People Think Of What I Write Is Another Matter.