Jill McCorkle
Jill McCorkle
Jill Collins McCorkleis an American short story writer and novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 July 1958
CountryUnited States of America
notebook growing-up tree
I thought that we were all like trees, flexible youths, saplings, who grow up heavy and stiff, spread seeds and get chopped down and turned into notebook paper.
smart subconscious
You will never be as smart as your subconscious.
work-out vision way
For me, a happy ending is not everything works out just right and there is a big bow, it's more coming to a place where a person has a clear vision of his or her own life in a way that enables them to kind of throw down their crutches and walk.
past moon blue
The silver friend knows your present and the gold friend knows all of your past dirt and glories. Once in a blue moon there is someone who knows it all, someone who knows and accepts you unconditionally, someone who is there for life.
basic denied given human laws nature power
It's one of the most basic laws of human nature, isn't it? The more we are denied something, the more we want it. The more silence given to this or that topic, the more power.
characters dealt draft freedom material might situations sprung worries
The first draft is all about freedom, and if loyalty is in question, it is only my loyalty to the characters and situations on the page. All the worries about where the material may have sprung from or what so-and-so might think can be dealt with later.
characters entry identify speaks
You want to feel that your reader does identify with the characters so that there's a real entry into the story - that some quality speaks to the individual.
came continued dad death hearing kept life moment people point view wondering
I was with my dad 20 years ago as he was dying. I was there at the moment of his death, and I kept wondering the whole while what it must feel like from his point of view to still be there thinking, hearing all that was going on as people came and went, and life continued all around him.
My joy as a writer is circling around and around and down and down to find out who the real person is.
again bill editor god placed word
I once had a story editor ask me not to use the word 'placenta.' I wanted to say: 'Now tell me again how you got here?' Oh, right, an angel of God placed you into the bill of the stork.
Sometimes I do feel like I write the same story again and again. And for me, I am always looking for a place with a kind of redemption.
believe thinking-about-you who-i-am
If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life--This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe--who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?
For years, I felt I was a novelist, but now I know I can write short fiction.
I like to think I put some of myself in every character.