So there I was at work, pulling an all-nighter because I suddenly found myself writing and editing a newspaper totally by myself, and my computer didn’t work and it was 2 a.m. and I was hungry and tired and I just wanted to go home. Then I discovered this in the area where we keep books… Read More My guilty little secret
I often wonder how people who live in big cities write. Not how they write, since writing can be done anywhere (I wrote a passage for my first novel Dolls Behaving Badly on the back of receipts propped up against a cantaloupe at the supermarket) but how they find the inspiration to write when they’re surrounded by… Read More Writing up in the mountains
For years I worked as a journalist. Some days I loved it, some days I tolerated it. Most days, however, it was simply what I did. It rarely felt like work. Sometimes, flying over mountains in a float plane or interviewing sled dog mushers for a story, I’d stop and think: I get paid for doing this? And I’d pause and look out… Read More Am I selling out?