You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.
People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.
Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.
The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.
I don't believe in writer's block. Most of writer's block is having too much time on your hands. My mantra is that you can always edit a bad page; you can't edit a blank page.