I Dont Really Write With The Idea

I Was Supposed To Write A Romantic Comedy, But My Characters Broke Up.

Sometimes It Is A Relief To Be Invisible

Do You Have Any Idea How Much I've Loved You?

I'm Dying With You Before I'm Living Without You.

She Got Under The Covers And Put Her Arms Around The Bag. She Could Smell Tibby. It Used To Be She Couldn't Smell Tibby's Smell In The Way You Couldn't Smell Your Own; It Was Too Familiar. But Tonight She Could. This Was Some Living Part Of Tibby Still Here And She Held On To It. There Was More Of Tibby With Her Here And Now Than In What She Had Seen In The Cold Basement Room That Day.