I got fed up with the human race, really. I got a very negative feeling about human potentials. And for a while, I thought I might write a book without any human beings in it whatsoever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
While the books I read as a child lacked diversity in the strict sense, they didn't lack values. Reading, I didn't see me externally, but I felt me - my humanity.
I got disappointed in human nature as well and gave it up because I found it too much like my own.
I didn't write a book. It wasn't for self-enrichment.
I am just a human being trying to make it in a world that is rapidly losing its understanding of being human.
There are so few stories being produced that are human. I suffer with the loss of that. I feel kind of out of place, even though I've continued to work.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
Getting a book published made me feel a little bit sad. I felt driven by the need to write a book, rather than the need to write. I needed to figure out what was important to me as a writer.
I loved to read and to write, but then something happened. As I made my way through school, I kept getting handed books to read that didn't excite me and didn't even remotely connect to the realities of my life.
I think you get so wrapped up in the book you're currently writing, it's hard to think about anything else. But I know as soon as I'm done with this book, I'll move on to something else.
I try to make my books reflect humanity as I see it.