I don't have any particular rituals, I sometimes like to write in longhand when I'm searching for ideas but I do the vast majority by typing, I can't always keep up with my thoughts longhand. I'm not a coffee shop writer because I feel obliged to order more coffee and then I end up over-caffeinated.

I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly. The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

He remembers when he was very small his mother once said she wished happiness and adventure for him. If this does not count as adventure, he is not sure what does.

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?” Celia asks after a while. “Very carefully,” Marco answers.

He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.

I didn't know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.