And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.
The art of living your life has a lot to do with getting over loss. The less the past haunts you, the better.
For a writer, children make life needlessly hard. I've muddled through a lot of things, but I have not muddled through my writing life. I work absolutely flat out, giving it my all.
My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.
I'm an equal opportunity reader - although I don't much read plays. And since I was raised a Presbyterian, pretty much all pleasures are guilty.
That said, being dyslexic, I wasn't a great reader when I was kid.
