Sometimes I read a biography of some tempestuous artist and find myself longing for fireworks! booze! bloody fights!; I do think that life must be so much more thrilling when you're actively miserable.
At least in my case, a very simple, regular, happy life makes for better writing.
The darkest period of my life, so far, arrived the summer I was pregnant with my eldest son. The future was growing in me with all of its terrifying unpredictability, and I found myself anxious, unable to work and woefully at sea.
I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms.
If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it.
But I've married a deeply sensible person who is extremely good at talking me down from my various ledges, and who takes care of me in a billion ways.
As a person, I do ascribe to a lot of magical thinking myself.
My childhood was as conventional as you could get.
I have a feeling that books are a lot like people - they change as you age, so that some books that you hated in high school will strike you with the force of a revelation when you're older.
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