Writing about a person whose struggle you wish you could solve is an act of compassion and also, frankly, opportunism.

Fall into your sentences; enjoy writing them. Love the world you are creating.

You sit at your computer for hours, then slave away at your job that you may or may not like. You don't know how to explain to them that the time when you feel alive or present is when you are writing.

For me as a person, friendships are incredibly important to me, but in writing, they can distract me.

What is it to be normal, at 12, at 78? What is it like when you can't grow up?

Write something beautiful and honest and that makes you very proud.