It was not as natural as it appeared. It was more like milking a cow, easy as long as someone else was doing it.
Just because things hadn't gone the way I had planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong.
I'm disappointed by well-written novels that only deal with two or three people.
I'd like to read all of Proust.
I have been accused of being a Pollyanna, but I think there are plenty of people dealing with the darker side of human nature, and if I am going to write about people who are kind and generous and loving and thoughtful, so what?
Part of it is living in Tennessee. I'm so out of the loop. And as a person, I'm out of the loop. I'm oblivious by nature.