We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.

Well, my background is journalism. I don't have any creative-writing experience except for one class I took as a sophomore in college.

Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It's just not my thing anymore.

We are unusual and tragic and alive.

When I'm doing work online or on the computer, it's one thing. When I want to read, I want to go elsewhere, and I want to be away from the screen.

I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning. I just have an affection for paper, and that's no secret, I guess.

In all my life I'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the Where you going? It was something I wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?