I Call Myself a Huntress

I Call Myself a Huntress

Artemis was a huntress. I come from a family of bargain hunters, not deer hunters. I didn’t become a deer hunter until I turned 60. I’m a sustenance hunter, not a trophy hunter. I hunt deer so I can eat local, wild, organic meat. In the process of learning to hunt, I...
Moving By Muscle

Moving By Muscle

The brain is a muscle. As soon as I started pedaling my bicycle, I heard my inner voice rise, as if moving by muscle had loosened new ideas for the novel I’d shoved aside (again), this time in favor of attending to prepublication tasks for Reviving Artemis: The Making...
Telling Stories

Telling Stories

How Long Does It Take to Write a Book? When my dad was ninety-one, he asked me, “How long does it take to write a book?” I told him, “Your whole life.” I wasn’t wrong, but the answer is more nuanced than that. That was ten years ago, when I was embarking on a new...