The Tricky Thing About Being

The Idea I Pursue Is The One That Keeps Coming Back To Me. The Characters I Think About As I'm Falling Asleep At Night Or When I'm Driving To The Grocery Store Are The One's I Wind Up Writing About.

I Am Not Mature Enough As A Reader To Enjoy A Book In Which I Hate All The People.

I Think, If You Want To Grow A Novelist, For That Person To Have A Lot Of Boring Time Trying To Entertain Themselves Is Very Important.

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?

If A Person Has Never Given Writing A Try, They Assume That A Brilliant Idea Is Hard To Come By. But Really, Even If It Takes Some Digging, Ideas Are Out There. Just Open Your Eyes And Look At The World. Writing The Ideas Down, It Turns Out, Is The Real Trick.