Love is selfless, it is a weakness, a giving in, a constant falling.
My oldest sister was an actress living in NYC by the time I was ten, and desperately wanted to be the one in charge of the words.
I have faith in human beings. I struggle with that faith.
Writing across genres has made me more prolific. When one is fighting me or simply not cutting it, I turn to another.
Writers aren't born properly labeled so it is hard to know one when one appears.
Are there books about us or something?” This makes Pressia angry - the idea that this world is a subject of study, a story, instead of filled with real people, trying to survive.