I know white clothing is supposed to enhance that summer glow, but writers don't tan.

I've never even seen a great set fight or a great set meltdown. I seem to always be on these incredibly relaxed sets.

Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.

Unfortunately I don't live by a Target now, so I just go to a regular Starbucks as opposed to a Starbucks nested inside a Target, which is my ideal situation. That works out for me. I like that white noise, those interruptions, and the people around me.

As a kid, I spent every summer bent over a stack of books, obsessively writing detailed reports on each one.

People have always wanted to be recognized, and that's human nature. But people used to want to be recognized for their accomplishments, and now they simply want to be visible.

It's possible that I've matured as a writer, and I hope I've matured emotionally, but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.