Basically If You Burst Into My Office

She Let Him Go Once. Every Day Demands That She Release Him Over And Over Again.

Weakness, Like Not Being Able To Bury The Past. Weakness, Like Not Giving Up Hope When You Know You Should.

First, You Hand Over Some Basics-overwhelming Joy, Existential Angst, A Giving-in To Desire, Etc. And Then You Promise To Withstand Talking Idly About The Weather, To Encourage Cliché, To Uphold The Virtues Of Average. You Hand Over The Need To Be Understood And, In Return, You Get A Bar Of Normal Soap. And You Can Wash In It And Be Daily Reborn To A Safe World Of Modest, Enduring Love Or, At Least, Mild, Well-mannered Bonding.

A Good Novel Doesn't Just Transcend The Boundaries Of Its Target Market - It Knows Nothing About Target Markets.

I Try Not To Divide Plot And Character. I Get To Know A Character By What They Want And Fear And How Those Internal Forces Play Out In Their Lives.