I am human. I am messy. I'm not trying to be an example. I am not trying to be perfect. I am not trying to say I have all the answers. I am not trying to say I'm right. I am just trying - trying to support what I believe in, trying to do some good in this world, trying to make some noise with my writing while also being myself.

Emotionally, my ambition is not yet sated. Emotionally, I still feel like a kid at the adult's table, yearning for recognition. I'm not sure where this all comes from but it is how I feel.

People do terrible things all the time, but we don’t regularly disown our humanity. We disavow the terrible things.

I see my tweets as a current joining a bunch of other currents in the world's craziest ocean.

I'll learn how to rest, though. I can still learn new tricks.

I would like to believe that most people, regardless of gender, are good and kind. The good men in my stories are the rule. It's the bad men that are the exception and because I tend toward the dark in my fiction, you see more of the exception than the rule.

I don't ever rest. It's a problem and hopefully something I will get a better handle on in the coming years.