I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.

This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.