How about answering the one question you don’t want to answer? Going on the assumption, that is, that there’s one part of you that doesn’t know what the other part is up to, like the gestalt exercise where you jump from one chair to another, having a conversation with yourself, as if the person who you are in the first chair is completely separate from the person you are in the second. Or like when you’re talking to yourself and you hear yourself say “If I were you…”
Is your writing more important to you than anything else in your life?
Of course it’s supposed to be—isn’t that one of the ways you can separate the real artists from the phonies? The truth is, ever since I was a little girl I knew that what I wanted to be was an artist. It was how I understood who I was; it was how I justified disappointments like not being as pretty as Lynn Cherieci, even though nowadays the young writers are all exceptionally good looking, at least in their photos…