One Thing I Know For Sure About

Becoming A Writer Is About Becoming Conscious.

I Am All The Ages I've Ever Been.

Presents Can Make Up For Some Of The Disappointments That Life Doles Out, Such As It Makes Almost No Sense And Is Coming To An End More Quickly Than Ever.

I'd Wanted To Be A Writer My Whole Life. But When I Finally Made It, I Felt Like A Greyhound Catching The Mechanical Rabbit She'd Been Chasing For So Long--discovering It Was Merely Metal, Wrapped In Cloth. It Wasn't Alive; It Had No Spirit. It Was Fake.

I'm Here To Be Me, Which Is Taking A Great Deal Longer Than I Had Hoped.