You Learn To Exploit Genre

Sometimes When Reading Aloud To My Husband, I'll Start Crying. It Completely Stuns Me. As If The Words In My Body And On The Page - In Relation To Each Other - Are Cocooned Against My Own Feelings About What I'm Writing Until They're Loosed In The Air And Become Their Own. Then I Realize What I May Or May Not Have Done.

Are There Books About Us Or Something?” This Makes Pressia Angry - The Idea That This World Is A Subject Of Study, A Story, Instead Of Filled With Real People, Trying To Survive.

So Far, I Should Be Calm And More Specifically Not Like That...anything Else? Would You Like To Do Surgery On My Personality? How About Open-heart Surgery? I´ve Got Some Tools

The Lessons Learned In Journalism Also Apply. Writing For Npr Has Taught Me To Cut A Piece In Half And Then In Half Again - Without Losing The Essence. Apply That To The Swollen Prose Of A Bulky Novel And You Might Reveal A Beautiful Work.

Our Imaginations Are Strong As Children. Sometimes They Get Shoved Aside, These Imaginations. They Get Dusty And Mildewed With Age. The Imagination Is A Muscle That Has To Be Put To Use Or It Shrivels.