When People Write To Me

I Was Not Exploiting Any Real Individual's Story In Writing Room, Of Course I Was Aware That My Novel, By Commenting On Such Situations, Would Run The Risk Of Falling Into Those Traps Of Voyeurism, Sensationalism And Sentimentality.

Everyone's Got A Different Story.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

The Idea Was To Focus On The Primal Drama Of Parenthood: The Way From Moment To Moment You Swing From Comforter To Tormentor, Just As Kids Simultaneously Light Up Our Lives And Drive Us Nuts. I Was Trying To Capture That Strange, Bipolar Quality Of Parenthood. For All That Being A Parent Is Normal Statistically, It's Not Normal Psychologically. It Produces Some Of The Most Extreme Emotions You'll Ever Have.

Sometimes You Must Shed Your Skin To Save It.