here we were again , always saying good-bye

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

Ideas come from all over, but as I write more and more, I find I'm always hunting for mood: I want to write a novel with a pervasive mood that sticks with you after you close the cover.

Are you still on Minnesota time?” I asked.
“I am on whatever time makes this call last longer,” he said.
“What’s the next meal from now?

Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help.