I Have No Place Left To Live

I'm Starting To Think My Narrators' Sentences Are Getting Too Big For Them, And They Are Getting To Sound A Bit Samey And, More Disturbingly, A Bit Too Much Like Me.

Imagine That You Are Dying. If You Had A Terminal Disease Would You ­finish This Book? Why Not? The Thing That Annoys This 10-weeks-to-live Self Is The Thing That Is Wrong With The Book. So Change It. Stop Arguing With Yourself. Change It. See? Easy. And No One Had To Die.

If Your Life Just Falls Apart Early On, You Can Put It Together Again. Its The People Who Are Always On The Brink Of Crisis Who Dont Hit Bottom Who Are In Trouble.

There's Quite A Big Gap When It Comes To That Dual Identity Of Mother And Child, Or Even A Pregnant Woman, Or A Nursing Woman. It Kind Of Begs The Question Of That Very Strong Western Idea Of The Individual Self.

We Do Not Always Like The People We Love- We Do Not Always Have That Choice.