We Can Only Die In

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.

I'm Not First And Foremost Interested In Story And The What-happens, But I'm Interested In Who's Telling It And How They're Telling It And The Effects Of Whatever Happened On The Characters And The People.

Journalism Taught Me How To Write A Sentence That Would Make Someone Want To Read The Next One. You Are Trained To Get Rid Of Anything Nonessential. You Go In, You Start Writing Your Article, Assuming A Person's Going To Stop Reading The Minute You Give Them A Reason. So The Trick Is: Don't Give Them One.

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.