And that was as far as he got before i heard it. The thumping of footsteps, running up the lawn toward me: It seemed like I could hear it through the grass, like leaning your ear to a railroad track and feeling the train coming, miles away. As the noise got closer I could hear ragged breaths, and then a voice. It was my mother.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.