Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

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.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.