So it’s Monday, and I seem incapable of putting together a coherent thought, but I am eminently capable of reading interviews over at Bookslut when I should be working.
I love quotes from writers about what it feels like to write. None of them are ever the same, and yet they are.
It was like having to spend every day sitting in front of a mirror, vivisecting my own brain.
Lisa, this quote’s for you:
She wanted me to make sure to ask you why your character, like in Good in Bed, thought she was fat when she was only a size fourteen, or whatever. I mean, there are a lot of us out there bigger than that…
I know, I know! Well Becky’s a little more than that, in Little Earthquakes. If there’s one thing that I regret about that, one thing I could change, it would be putting a size on her. I remember when I read She’s Come Undone (by Wally Lamb) and they mention the weight of the main character. Here I am seeing that number and thinking, she thinks she’s a big fat cow but I’m that size too. So, I’m regretting classifying it.
