I think I'm probably finished writing about it now,

If you are destined to become a writer, you can't help it. If you can help it, you aren't destined to become a writer. The frustrations and disappointments, not even to mention the unspeakable loneliness, are too unbearable for anyone who doesn't have a deep sense of being unable to avoid writing.

I trust my characters. They know their stories better than I do.

Between your daughter, with her one-word statements, your letter writing and, most importantly, your totally unconvincing demeanor, it never had a chance -- much as your daytime show is not exactly setting records.

My first semester, I got a D in creative writing.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.