You prefer not to see the gears of the clock, as to better tell time.

We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.

The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and symbols he does not understand at first but that become intimately familiar beneath his ink-stained fingers, formed again and again in increasingly steady lines.

It's helpful for me to get ideas - the physical action of painting. Sometimes it frees up your writer brain. It's nice for me now that the writing has become a serious career that painting can become more like a hobby.

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

I binge write. I think it's because I started seriously writing by participating in National Novel Writing Month, an online-based challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.