He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her

What Writing Room Taught Me Was That I Know Exactly How To Be The Perfect Mother, But I'm Not Willing To Do It For More Than Ten Minutes At A Time.

Actually,the Nightmarish Thought Occurred To Me That With Electronic Delivery Of Books Becoming A Norm, Soon Writers May Be Expected To Provide Several Versions Of Their Book, Ranging From The Easy To The Complex, And Buyers Will Choose What They're In The Mood For With The Click Of A Button! I Do Hope Not.

If You Have Written Something That The Film People Want, Like A Book, It Does Give You A Way In.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

The Idea Was To Focus On The Primal Drama Of Parenthood: The Way From Moment To Moment You Swing From Comforter To Tormentor, Just As Kids Simultaneously Light Up Our Lives And Drive Us Nuts. I Was Trying To Capture That Strange, Bipolar Quality Of Parenthood. For All That Being A Parent Is Normal Statistically, It's Not Normal Psychologically. It Produces Some Of The Most Extreme Emotions You'll Ever Have.