I write a letter to my mother every day, because in that letter, I write down my day. And if I don't write it down, then tomorrow I will forget it and it's gone.
You couldn't find two people more different than my mother and I. There are a thousand things about me that she fought against.
I write until the first draft is finished, and then I feel that I can get out. But, during the time of the writing of the first draft, I don't go out. I'm just locked away, writing. It's a time of meditation, of going into the story.
The first lie of fiction is that the author gives some order to the chaos of life: chronological order, or whatever order the author chooses.
David M. Brown