And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.
Point of view is not something I consciously decide. Almost always, when I come up with a plot I find that the point of view has automatically arrived with it, part and parcel of the story.
My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.
Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.
How plotless real life was!
When I'm working on something, I proceed as if no one else will ever read it.