If I Can't Write It

I Think That There's Something Extremely Beautiful About The Olympic Ideal And Its Motto - 'swifter, Higher, Stronger' - It's Such A Beautiful Motto, And It Celebrates Everything Which Is The Antithesis Of Death And Dissolution And Entropy.

On Our Honeymoon We Talked And Talked. We Stayed In A Beachfront Villa, And We Drank Rum And Lemonade And Talked So Much That I Never Even Noticed What Color The Sea Was. Whenever I Need To Stop And Remind Myself How Much I Once Loved Andrew, I Only Need To Think About This. That The Ocean Covers Seven Tenths Of The Earth's Surface, And Yet My Husband Could Make Me Not Notice It.

[my Maternal Grandmother ] Was A Teacher In London And Elsewhere During The War, Although The Children She Taught Were Not The "lost Children" Who Feature In The Novel - Those Come From My Research.

Something I Am Now Convinced Of, After Researching Everyone Brave, Is That None Of Us Is Born Courageous In All Respects.

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.