Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

She'd Have To Propel Herself Into The Future By Whatever Means Possible Or She'd Be Trapped Forever In A Place Whose Times Had Already Passed.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?

Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

When You Write On Your Own, You Can Write The Extremes. No One Else Is Watching And You Can Really Go As Far As You Need To.

I'm Always In The Kitchen, Cooking And Experimenting - I Love It. And Every Now And Then I Think, 'i Should Write A Cookbook' Or, 'i Should Write For Food Magazines.' And Then I Get Drawn Back To Writing Fiction Again.