I come from a newspaper background, so maybe Im attuned to current events.

And if a moment exists only in one's perception anyway, then perhaps the rush of feeling he has now is THE MOMENT, and not merely its shadow.

Maybe every couple lived in the gaps between conversations, unable to say the important things for fear they had already been said, or couldn't be said; maybe every relationship started over every time two people came together.

All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!

He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.

The form is so malleable and can do so many things.

There was a time when self-promotion was considered so verboten, especially for authors.