There's certainly a portion of my brain that is always tuned to making wry observations about the world, but that portion of my brain was alive and well before Twitter.

If I cannot rest and relax, all the work I do is for naught.

Whiteness is not the default in my fiction.

My dad is a workaholic so I take after him in this respect.

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

When feminism falls short of our expectations, we decide the problem is with feminism rather than with the flawed people who act in the name of the movement.

I never imagined any of the success I am currently experiencing.