Today something interesting happened. I died.
Bored people looked for drama and caused trouble.
If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.
I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I dont believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.
In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.
Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.