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I Obviously Read And Adore Traditional Fiction. I Teach Traditional Fiction, I Also Teach All Kind Of Not-so-traditional Fiction. And Since I'm Such A Plot Buff, And I'm Really Such A Narrative Buff, I Can't Seem To Relinquish My - Not Just Reliance - But Excitement About Those Traditional Techniques.

We're Taught To Find The Antecedents To Our Adult Failures In Childhood Traumas, And So We Spend Our Lives Looking Bacwards And Pointing Fingers, Rather Than Bucking Up And Forging Ahead. But What If Your Childhood Was All A Big Misunderstanding? An Elaborate Ruse? What Does That Say About Failure? Better Yet, What Does That Say About Potential?

I Calmed Myself By Walking Into My Nearby Bookstore And Marveling At All The Books Other People Had Written. So Many People Had Finished And Published Novels; It Couldn’t Be So Hard, Right?

Whether I'm Writing About Plumbers Or Psychics Or Psychic Plumbers, I Want To Find A Creative Space That Imprisons Me Usefully, So I Can Deviate With Purpose.

My Husband Is Always Accusing Me Of Being A Context-free Individual. He Asks Something And He Has No Idea Where It Came From Or What It Related To. I Have To Supply Him With Way More Supplementary Information Than I Ever Have To Supply My Female Friends.