Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in what it would be like to live in a tourist town where everyone has these life changing experiences, but your whole life is there.

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.