Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul - chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!
But what I hope for from a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.
And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.
The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning.
I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.
Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.
While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.
The Amateur Marriage grew out of the reflection that of all the opportunities to show differences in character, surely an unhappy marriage must be the richest.
I've always enjoyed studying the small clues that indicate a particular class level.
She worded it a bit strongly, but I do find myself more and more struck by the differences between the sexes. To put it another way: All marriages are mixed marriages.
People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.
Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.
None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. - often influence my subject matter.
My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.
In real life I avoid all parties altogether, but on paper I can mingle with the best of them.