The Real Killer Was When You Married

I Like A Lot Of Margaret Atwood, I Like Much Of Alice Munro. Again, If You Were To Ask Me About Male Writers, There's Often A Novel I Admire, But Not All Of Their Works.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

It's Interesting, Though, That In Daily Life, I Think Of Myself As Being Relatively Unobservant.

You Put A Character Out There And You're In Their Power. You're In Trouble If They're In Yours.

Nobody Can Assume That, To A Writer, Everything Is Off-limits.