In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.
I love the structural part of the writing process.
... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.
In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.