...let the emotional weight of a scene rest on the dialogue wherever possible. This is the easy way to avoid overinterpretation, which seems to be what turns a scene from sympathetic to sentimental.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.