I'm just another stupid human.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

I procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing. My small theory is that to write for three hours, you need to feel like you have three days. To write for three days, you need to feel like you've got three weeks, and so on.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.