Life's passed along to us empty. We have to make up the happiness part.
Happiness for me is getting to write about the most important things I know.
The ways in which things are superficially similar but also distinct is interesting to me.
It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?
Writing never came naturally and I still have to force my hand to do it.
Married life requires shared mystery even when all the facts are known.