Nothing Had Happened Yet In My Life

I Work At The Sentences. Many Of The Things People Find Distinctive About My Writing, I Think Of As Natural.

One Of The Reasons I Write Is I Like Being Surprised

God, I Hate My Family, These People I Never Chose To Love, But Love All The Same.

If You Can Just Actually Let The Character Be For A Bit, Then You Get The Right Sense.

I Am A Trembling Mess From Hip To Knee. There Is A Terrible Heat, A Looseness In My Innards That Makes Me Want To Dig My Fists Between My Thighs. It Is A Confusing Feeling - Somewhere Between Diarrhoea And Sex - This Grief That Is Almost Genital.