My Wife And I Left New York

I Don't Really Distinguish Between Sympathy And Honesty When I'm Writing. The Two Go Together - I'm Interested In Inhabiting My Characters, Seeing The World Through Their Eyes.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.

From A Distance, It Makes Perfect Sense That The People And The Things You Think Will Save You Are The Very Ones That Have The Power To Disappoint You Most Bitterly, But Up Close It Can Hit You As A Bewildering Surprise.

It Just So Happened That For Most Of My Life I've Lived In The Suburbs.

The Lesson You Have To Learn As Novelist Is How To Be Collaborative, And How To Say, "i Don't Get To Dictate This."