My interest in fiction has to do with the way it gets to the emotional truths of our lives by uncovering the weaknesses and problems in all of us. More and more I am interested in fiction’s exploration of the ambiguities within which we humans live. Continue reading
Characters are like anyone else—you have to hang out with them before you get to know them. Continue reading
The longer you write, the better you get at reading and revising your own work. Writing really is 90% revision. Continue reading
My novel has shifted to become its own creature—it’s no longer something that belongs only to me; now that it’s out there it’s finding a shape of its own. Continue reading
I am such a private person that as I was writing, if I had allowed myself to think about other people reading my work, I would have had to stop. But now, I just have to put that anxiety aside. And trust that baring my soul on the page is no different from doing so on stage. Continue reading
Memory is fluid and complex and difficult to judge. I love the idea of a tapestry of memories about the same event. Somewhere, in the middle of this woven quilt of memories, is the truth. Or many, many truths. Continue reading
“I realized I had to center myself and people like me in my writing because I didn’t know who else would.” Continue reading
Bloom 