I No Longer Believe That

I Was An English Major In College, I Went To A Creative-writing Program, And All My Life, I Really Read And Thought About Fiction As A Craft And An Art Form. I Feel Like I Know A Lot About It, And Can Trust My Instincts.

I Find That Even Small Changes Sometimes Jog You Out Of A Mental Rut.

After All, What Was Adult Life But One Moment Of Weakness Piled On Top Of Another? Most People Just Fell In Line Like Obedient Little Children, Doing Exactly What Society Expected Of Them At Any Given Moment, All The While Pretending That They’d Actually Made Some Sort Of Choice.

I Really Wanted To Be A Musician, But It Turned Out I Had No Sense Of Time.

It Just Took Some People A Little Longer Than Others To Realize How Few Words They Needed To Get By, How Much Of Life They Could Negotiate In Silence.