I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and complaints about the world around you. How a person you're excited about can remind you there's stuff going on beyond... routine oil changes and homework. Stuff that matters. Stuff to look forward to.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I’d call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

Sometimes you should have something you don't need but that you want.

My first job is to write the characters as full and authentic people as well as I can.