If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

I think having a good agent is key. I've been with mine for ten years now, and she's very honest with me. There are a lot of times I've sent her books that were not so good because I was tired of writing, or panicked about money, and she's told me flat out, "You don't want this to be your next book. Trust me."

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

I waited. Because with Eli, he was never trying to get you to finish for him. He always knew where he was going, even if it took a little while to get there.