When I was around eight, I learned how to touch-type at school, and I received a computer as a present. I started writing plays, and for many years I thought I would be a playwright.

Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

I don't believe in writer's block.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.