I can never tell if it’s ambition, self-belief, or some other factor that drives me to write to the lengths that I do. As much as I pay heed to the idea that there are no new stories, that things have been done before or that what we do as writers is only regurgitating the stuff of life into a form easier to get through, I know the reality of where I want to take it is somewhere else.
I don’t do resolutions. I used to, but I broke them. Then I started making resolutions with the intent to break them. I’d resolve to not be more confident, or not to exercise. If I was going to break them, I’d just do it.