“I was either a student, or very young reporter or critic, and I could see I was maybe one of two, or one of three women, [and] one of the only women of color."
Like pretty much every journalist, I think about who I am writing for* from time to time. Most writers aren’t just sending messages into the ether, after all. Unless they are writing for therapeutic reasons. Or they are diarists. But even diarists are typically ...
“Their writing enriches our communities, and their voices represent the breadth of our city. Above all, their work sharpens our resolve to protect our right to an inclusive and free press.”
"It turns out that I’m super-regimented in the face of a serious deadline like this one, even though the hysteria and panic linger close to the surface."
Part of a draft of The Pale King was written in a notebook with a character from the animated TV series Rugrats on the cover, another in one featuring a photo of kittens.