Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?

I’ve since come to understand that the universe operates on the same general equilibrium theory as markets.It never gives you something without making you pay for it somehow.