It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
I've learned that dreams can cripple you. But maybe only if you let them.
I had so much fun with this book.
You can do anything in a story. And people can absolutely call you on your shit.
I wanted readers to have a conclusion of sorts, even if in my mind the story wasn't finished.
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
I feel this vague unease while contemplating the day before me: I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.