Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

The Romans knew it: quod me alit me extinguit, they said: That which nourishes me, extinguishes me.