I Think Writers Worry That

There Is Something Wonderful About A Death, How Everything Shuts Down, And All The Ways You Thought You Were Vital Are Not Even Vaguely Important. Your Husband Can Feed The Kids, He Can Work The New Oven, He Can Find The Sausages In The Fridge, After All. And His Important Meeting Was Not Important, Not In The Slightest.

Remember, If You Sit At Your Desk For 15 Or 20 Years, Every Day, Not Counting Weekends, It Changes You. It Just Does. It May Not Improve Your Temper, But It Fixes Something Else. It Makes You More Free.

I'm Quite Interested In The Absolute Roots Of Narrative, Why We Tell Stories At All: Where The Monsters Come From.

Writing Is Not My Problem, It Is My Solution.

I Work At The Sentences. Many Of The Things People Find Distinctive About My Writing, I Think Of As Natural.