Fear dims when you learn things.
Writing is self employment, so you can make your own schedule.
Making lists of reasons was sometimes a good way to figure things out.
He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself
Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.
She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.