As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.

Truth is when your mind and your gut agree.

... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

In some ways, I don’t feel as if I had a choice. Looking back at my childhood, even before I could read and write, I was making up stories. I love reading and I love telling stories, and the times in my life when I’ve tried to ignore that part of me, I’ve gone a little crazy. Characters start tugging on my sleeves, words start haunting me, and I feel generally unsatisfied. Really, being a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.