I Remain Fascinated By Where You Go

It's A Pretty Brutal Process, Having A Baby.

I Remain Fascinated By Where You Go As A Woman Once You Are A Mother, And If You Ever Come Back.

Hope Is Like One Of Those Orchids That Grows Around Toxic Waste: Lovely In Itself - And An Assertion, If You Like, Of Indefatigable Good - But A Sure Sign That Something Nasty Lies Underneath.

The Writing You Allude To Is A Form Of Dissent, But It's Also Expressive Of The Need To Evolve Beyond What Is Turgid And Stale In Contemporary Fiction.

Writing, More Than Any Other Art, Is Indexed To The Worthiness Of The Self Because It Is Identified In Peoples Minds With Emotion.