I Am Selfish, Private And Easily Bored.

I'm Writing. The Pages Are Starting To Stack Up. My Morale Is Improving The More I Feel Like A Writer.

You Don't Pass Or Fail At Being A Person, Dear.

The Future Came And Went In The Mildly Discouraging Way That Futures Do.

Short Stories Are Tiny Windows Into Other Worlds And Other Minds And Other Dreams

You Don't Have To Test Everything To Destruction Just To See If You Made It Right.