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I'm Very Interested In The Way The Internet Has Changed Teenage Life. Obviously It's Very Different From When I Grew Up, When There Weren't Even Answering Machines, Much Less Computers. I Was Telling My Children This The Other Day, And The Little One Said, "did You Have Electricity, Mom?" And I Was Like Okay, Enough, Kid.

She Was Clean": No Piercings, Tattoos, Or Scarifications. All The Kids Were Now. And Who Could Blame Them, Alex Thought, After Watching Three Generations Of Flaccid Tattoos Droop Like Moth-eaten Upholstery Over Poorly Stuffed Biceps And Saggy Asses?

Read At The Level At Which You Want To Write. Reading Is The Nourishment That Feeds The Kind Of Writing You Want To Do.

They Resumed Walking. Alex Felt An Ache In His Eyes And Throat. "i Don't Know What Happened To Me," He Said, Shaking His Head. "i Honestly Don't." Bennie Glanced At Him, A Middle-aged Man With Chaotic Silver Hair And Thoughtful Eyes. "you Grew Up, Alex," He Said, "just Like The Rest Of Us.

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.