Every book teaches me something about my process, and they are all challenging in one way or another.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

What were you two talking about?" she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing," I said. "Running." You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.