“Family, however we manage to cobble one together, is the soul of our connection to humanity.”
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“We've been together, my manuscript and I, just the two of us, for so long now. Five years exactly, and like real love, all I saw were its merits and none of its flaws. So it was time to kick it out of the nest and have someone else read it.”
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“I thought about walking out into the Peconic bay with the gown in my arms and holding the ballooning white fabric under. The gentle fringe of the dots would waver and flutter like eyelashes when I plunge it down down down, into the dirty blue water. Then when the burbling stopped and everything fell silent and still, I'd let the tide carry it out to sea like an exhausted cotton Edna Pontellier.”
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“I got caught up in the bizarre horse race of blogging and started to feed the fashion machine, instead of letting it nourish me creatively.”
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“The declaration point when writers start calling themselves writers is an important part of the journey. One that isn’t immediately clear. Fortunately there is no flagged island that you have to reach in order to call yourself a writer. The only thing you have to do is write, but speaking from experience, it takes longer for other people to come around and believe you.”
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