I was lost before I found her in my dreams, and she found me that day in the rain. I knew it seemed like I was always the one trying to save Lena, but the truth was she had saved me, and I wasn't ready for her to stop now.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

I start with a beat sheet, which is more of an abbreviated outline. It hits all the major plot points. From there, I move to note cards. But the most important part of my process is my inspiration board.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew