Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.
I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.
You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.
It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.
"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."
When I started out, there were a lot of things I knew I couldn't do, and a lot of things I only found out I couldn't do by going and doing it. And no-one was watching, and nobody cared.