I Prefer A Cluttered Workspace.

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.

I Write Across Genres So I See Them, More Often, As Complementary Instead Of Separated By Boundaries.

Women Are Constantly Underestimated In Our Power, Our Reach, Our Collective Pull.

When A Colleague Of Mine Had A Notable New York Times Book, I Said, Turn One Of The Chapters In The Collection Into A Pitch For A Novel And Sell It To Your Publisher.

The Intricacy Of Plotting A Thriller Is Akin To Writing Formal Poetry.