I Spend A Lot Of Time In

Story Ideas, But It's Also Musing On Stuff That I'm Thinking About. This Leads Me To This And This Leads Me To This. They're Kind Of Random And Haphazard. Often I Can't Find Anything. Somehow, By Doing That, Even Though I Don't Necessarily Refer To Them In A Specific Way, I Have Some Sort Of Architecture In My Head.

The Way I Work Is Not The Way That You Work, And The Whole Point Of Any Creative Act Is That. What I Have To Offer Is Me, What You Have To Offer Is You, And If You Offer Yourself With Authenticity And Generosity I Will Be Moved.

There Really Is Only One Ending To Any Story. Human Life Ends In Death. Until Then, It Keeps Going And Gets Complicated And There's Loss. Everything Involves Loss; Every Relationship Ends In One Way Or Another.

I Like For People To Figure Things Out For Themselves. It's Not Like I Have The Right Answer, But If I Have A Visceral Reaction To Something, I'm Sure That Other People Will, Too.

We Try To Organize The World, Which Isn't Organized The Way Our Brains Want To Organize It. We Tell Stories About The People In Our Lives, We Project Ideas Onto Them. We Project Relationships With People, We Make Our Lives Into Stories. I Don't Think We Can Avoid Doing That.