I Believe We're Brutes, But Then, Miraculously,

Different Genres Allow Me To Not Feel So Hemmed In By My Own Voice, Tics, Style.

Sometimes When Reading Aloud To My Husband, I'll Start Crying. It Completely Stuns Me. As If The Words In My Body And On The Page - In Relation To Each Other - Are Cocooned Against My Own Feelings About What I'm Writing Until They're Loosed In The Air And Become Their Own. Then I Realize What I May Or May Not Have Done.

The Intricacy Of Plotting A Thriller Is Akin To Writing Formal Poetry.

I'm A Writer Of Faith. I Was Raised Catholic, And I Have A Deeply Catholic Imagination.

Is It Wrong To Kill Something That Wants To Kill You?