She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
Truth, at the wrong time, can be dangerous.
A writer uses a pen instead of a scalpel or blow torch.
Once I've discovered the story, I might restructure it, maybe move things around, set up a clue that something is going to happen later, but that happens much later in an editorial capacity.
I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.
I'm a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I'm a member of both countries.