I Was A Garbage Man

I Find That Even Small Changes Sometimes Jog You Out Of A Mental Rut.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.

I'm Not Sure That It's Possible To Write A Novel About People Who Don't Transgress Or Stumble, People Who Don't Surprise Themselves With The Things They Do, People Who Can Explain All Their Actions With Perfect Logical Consistency. At Least It's Not Possible For Me To Write That Sort Of Novel.

I'm Used To Adapting My Novels For Feature Film - It Can Be Challenging To Cut And Compress Three Or Four Hundred Pages Into Two Hours Of Dramatic Action.

I Was Writing Very Early, Like I Was Involved In Our High School Literary Magazine, Which Was Called 'pariah.' The Football Team Was The Bears, And The Literary Magazine Was 'pariah.' It Was Great. It Was Definitely A Real Sub-culture. But I Wrote Stories For Them.