A. Each time I do something that’s even a little bit out of the ordinary, there’s a part of my brain—let’s call it “the accountant”—that pipes up and says, “Maybe you can use it.” Well, for me, this is the kiss of death. It’s one thing to do research in support of a genuine curiosity

or passion; it’s quite another to go out in the world in order to “use” life, rather than to participate in it. Yet the idea is, at times, very tempting, particularly when everyone you know is saying, “Why on earth are you moving onto a sailboat? You can barely dog-paddle!” So I told people I was writing a novel set on a sailboat, but, actually, I was getting very little done because either we didn’t have enough battery power to run both a computer and the refrigerator, or else something would break and we’d be reading technical manuals, or else other cruisers would happen by, or else I’d just be so exhausted and sunburned and hot and itchy that the idea of writing seemed about as appealing as, I don’t know, stripping more teak. Eventually, I resigned myself to the fact that I’d never even write a story set in a swimming pool. It was after I moved off the boat, during the summer of 2002, that I first heard Meg’s voice in the opening paragraphs of the novel. It was a first person voice that, I realized, might earn the capacity to encompass—and reveal—the voice of another character

as well. I love books in which traditional conceptions of the first person point of view get stretched, augmented, modernized.

Q. You’ve written that only ten paragraphs of your

original draft of Blue Water remain in the finished novel. Why do you think this novel was so difficult for you to write?

A. I wrote most of the first draft of Blue Water while I was pregnant. During the second trimester, I developed diabetes and insomnia, and I couldn’t remember anything I’d written even five minutes earlier, so that was part of it. At the same time, I was also more physically active than I’d been in years, so there were lots of temptations—so many pleasures!—that, in the past, hadn’t ever been out there for me. An example: these days, I love to go for a walk every evening after I put my daughter to bed. Once, I wouldn’t have gone for a walk. Or, for that matter, had anybody other than myself to put to bed. I would have simply kept the computer on all day and into the evening: writing and resting, thinking and writing, writing and listening to books on tape. My husband and I used to spend entire weekends this way: he would be working on a software design, and I would be working on a novel chapter. This is not the way you live when you have an active two year old!

I suppose, too, that I was struggling to process how rapidly my life had changed. At thirty-five, I was using a scooter to cross a city block. I typed with braces on my elbows and wrists. I had eyestrain which made it impossible to drive, to read or write for any length of time. Then, at thirty-eight, I found myself living a relatively unrestricted life. There were all these possibilities. I didn’t know what to do first.

Finally, there was the experience of having a child—a healthy child—who suddenly is wired to a heart monitor you have to carry everywhere. I didn’t write at all, really, for the year after Genevieve was born. Her heart murmur resolved but my anxiety didn’t. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I felt like I couldn’t wake up. Eventually, I accepted a teaching job at the University of Miami. The director of the MFA program is Maureen Seaton, this incredibly brilliant and energetic poet, and I sat in on some of her graduate poetry classes. Things began to click. Also, I had the good fortune to have really terrific students. Teaching is always inspiring, stimulating.

Q. As someone who confronts a chronic medical condition,

are you especially drawn to metaphors of illness in your fiction?

A. Actually, I really dislike so-called “metaphors of illness” because they often result in stereotypes that make it hard for disabled people—particularly those with visible disabilities—to live in the world as concrete beings, individuals, rather than symbols of (other people’s) fears or fetishes or over-idealized hopes. I would hope that a character like Leon, for example, is first and foremost a flesh-and-blood child, a beloved son, rather than a metaphor for some abstract, external concept such as courage, sorrow or—heaven forbid—weakness.

Q. Much of your fiction is set in Wisconsin, where you grew up. How did the constantly-shifting setting of Blue Water challenge you as a writer?

A. It was a terrific challenge, in some ways, but it was wonderfully liberating in others. I couldn’t rely on landscape to provide the stability that it has in my earlier books, a kind of mounted mirror in which each character can return to study his or her own face. On the other hand, I got to write more extroverted, dialogue-driven interactions between my primary characters: Meg and Rex; Meg’s brother, Toby; Cindy Ann Kreisler. And then, of course, when Meg returns to Wisconsin,

I had that fabulous winter landscape back on the page, all that clean, white space, and I was amazed to see the ways in which it paralleled the open ocean. There’s this wide sense of possibility and promise coupled with an incredible awareness of one’s human vulnerabilities, one’s isolation. One wrong move can kill you.

Q. You’ve described your next project as an historical novel. Can you give your readers a preview of what to expect?

A. Not exactly. I’m kind of superstitious about work in progress—if I talk about the plot, it changes out of spite. But I can tell you that, while I was living on the Chelone, I got very interested in domestic life aboard sailing ships, especially during the time period just before the transition to steam. It happened after my good captain and I dropped anchor in Fernandina Beach, Florida, thinking we were just going to spend the night, before heading toward the Chesapeake. Then Jake discovered cracks in the whisker poles (if you’ve already read Blue Water, this will sound familiar) so we wound up spending quite a bit of time in town, waiting for parts to arrive. One day I wandered

into an amazing used book store that had a number of books by the maritime historian Joan Druitt. I’d never known that sailors had taken their wives to sea, and I began reading anything and everything that had to do with women’s experiences on the water. Now that I’m looking out for the topic, I’m finding it everywhere. I recently re-read Jane Austen’s Persuasion, set in the early 1800s, and there is Admiral Croft’s wife, talking about going with her husband to sea.