These are the stories that we tell ourselves and only ourselves, and they are better left unshared.
...crushed between the fears of going forward and the dread of going back.
There's solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.
Retiring from writing is not to retire from life, but retiring from writing is to avoid the inevitable bitterness which a writing career is bound to deliver as its end product, in almost every case.
Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.
My father had osteomyelitis-his left arm was withered between his elbow and his shoulder ... . But the amputation of a Stone Age man called Leaf, a stoneworker, does not relate to my father at all.