If A Woman Is Happy, Then Your

I Like To Read Octavia E. Butler's 'wild Seed' Over And Over Again. And J. California Cooper's 'the Wake Of The Wind.' That One Makes Me Cry From Joy. I'll Mourn - I'll Actually Mourn - And Then I'll Cry From Joy. She's Wonderful.

Sometimes I Felt As A Writer I Was Purging, And It Almost Hurt To Purge To That Level. Now It Doesn't Feel That Way, Maybe Because I'm Older. Maybe Life Has Given Me Some Punches, But It Didn't Knock Me Down.

I'm Not Interested In Being Commodified. I'm Not Into Being Sold. I'm Not A Slave.

I Don't Write On Demand - I Wait For Inspiration To Come.

I Am Making An Effort To Truly Live. I Don't Mean To Imply By That That I Haven't Been Alive Before But, With My Son Being Here And Such A Powerful Force In My Life, He's Given Me A Freedom To Be More. I Think That Sometimes We Can Get Stuck, And Just The Fact That He's Here Says So Much To Me About My Own Existence. I Didn't Think I'd Be Able To Have Children, And This Level Of Blessing Is Something I Can't Even Put My Finger On.