What I Suddenly Understand My Job Is

The Sky Was Electric Blue Above The Trees But The Yard Felt Dark. Stephanie Went To The Edge Of The Lawn And Sat Her Forehead On Her Knees. The Grass And Soil Were Still Warm From The Day. She Wanted To Cry But She Couldn't. The Feeling Was Too Deep.

I Guess It's Always Romantic When Two People Fall In Love.... Even If It Turns Out Not To Be Real.

I Haven't Had Writer's Block. I Think It's Because My Process Involves Writing Very Badly.

...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone Wall.

I Think The One Thing That's Changed Over Time Is That I've Come To Realise, As A Fiction Writer, The Fact That I Don't Think It Will Work Out, Doesn't Mean That It Actually Won't.