She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.
We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.
I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.
You’re saying, “What the hell am I gonna do with her?” You’re saying, “Shit, did she take her pills?” You’re saying, “Once upon a time, I used to have a little girl.
Writing is a solitary business. It’s just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill.
I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something.
A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.
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