I Will Write My Way

I Saw That My Best Work Was My Most Personal Work, Which Is Odd, Because My Fiction Is Very Far Afield And Has Nothing To Do With My Life.

I Tend To Keep My Ideas In My Head. When I Write Something Down In A Notebook It's Never Centralized. There Are Too Many Notebooks Floating Around, But Maybe That's A Good Thing.

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

I Think People Become Consumed With Selling A Book When They Need To Be Consumed With Writing It.

No One Tells The Truth To People They Don't Actually Know, And If They Do It Is A Horrible Trait. Everyone Wants Something Smaller, Something Neater Than The Truth.