I Spend Far Too Much Time On

When I Was Writing My First Draft, And Feeling Grandiose, I E-mailed An Artist/clothing Designer I Know And Suggested We Collaborate On A Fashion Line Inspired By The Outfits My Characters Wore. I Regret That We Never Did That.

To Believe You're Being Psychically Attacked Gives You An Understanding Of Your Illness That No Western Doctor Can Provide; This Can Be Reassuring When You've Exhausted The Western Doctor Tool Kit, And The Doctors Are Sending You To Acupuncturists For Pain Relief.

I Don't Usually Read My Reviews. I've Noticed Older Reviewers Are Much More Bothered By The Plot Complications. Younger Reviews Don't Seem To Be Bothered By The Complications At All.

I Have A Daughter Who, When Younger, Possessed No Barrier Between Her Emotional Self And The Outside World. Her Emotional Insides Spilled Out All Over, And, Especially When I Was Sleep-deprived And Probably A Little Paranoid, This Really Threatened Me. It Was As If She Were Embodying And Expressing The Insecurities And Freaked-outedness I Never Express, And Which I've Learned Over The Years To Keep Hidden.

I Go Through Life Now Reminding Myself To Remember Something, And I Do This While That Something Is Happening. I'll Be Experiencing A Moment And I'll Say To Myself, "remember This!" Otherwise My Whole Life Just Blurs By.