She wanted him to notice her so much.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

Besides being asked why I write about young characters, I am often asked how I write about young characters. How do I throw myself across the chasm of full adulthood to relive that period? I guess I don’t, really. Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.

What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris