J. Courtney Sullivan
J. Courtney Sullivan
Julie Courtney Sullivan, better known as J. Courtney Sullivan, is an American novelist and former writer for The New York Times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
fiction finding hardest hoping means moments mostly rolls stolen time weekend
The hardest part about writing fiction is finding long stretches of time to do it: for me, this means writing mostly on Saturdays and Sundays. But I am always thinking about my characters, jotting down ideas in stolen moments and hoping I'll be able to make sense of them when the weekend rolls around.
distracted easily
I sometimes read on the subway, but I'm a hopeless eavesdropper and get easily distracted by strangers' conversations.
embody gotten means women
I know a lot of women who embody what it means to be a feminist but do not want to use that word. The misperceptions about what it's all about have gotten into their heads.
mistake parent way
We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway.
yoga reading giving
Reading poetry gives me a sense of calm, well-being, and love for humanity - the same stuff more flexible women get from yoga.
night heartache littles
I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.
dressing-up guy dinner
I like dressing up for dates and dissecting a dinner conversation with a new guy to determine if he might be The One.
fate world timing
Timing was everything when it came to being a woman—the moment you entered the world could seal your fate.
moving feelings would-be
If things had been different, she would be in Carolyn's place right now. She didn't want that sort of existence, but there was something so attractive about the security of feeling like you had stopped moving toward your life, and actually arrived.
father dirty clothes
She remembered how she had felt cleaning out her father's clothes, wanting at once to hold on to every dirty handkerchief and musty page of sheet much, and yet wishing she were anywhere else on earth, free of it all.
dog drinking class
When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.
years way six
There were so many ways to be twenty-six years old.