Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.
I can only gesture at what makes a story good.
Adultery is not about sex or romance. Ultimately, it is about how little we mean to one another.
Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.
Is the story developing an attitude or victimized by it.
Self-confidence can be crippling.