I Wished For Eternal And

Love Drains You, Takes With It Much Of Your Blood Sugar And Water Weight. You Are Like A House Slowly Losing Its Electricity, The Fans Slowing, The Lights Dimming And Flickering; The Clocks Stop And Go And Stop.

If You're Suicidal, And You Don't Actually Kill Yourself, You Become Known As 'wry.

If One Publishes, Then One Is Creating A Public Record Of Learning To Write.

Sometimes I Ask Myself If Writing Novels Is Even Respectable.

You Know, As Fiction Writers, If Our Instincts Are Off, We Can't Pay Our Bills.