To young people the future is still long.
At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
We are always children to our mothers.
It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.
It is no good to think that other people are out to serve our interests.
As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots.