And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen

How Did I Look At You? I Asked Thickly. Like You Had To, Like I Was A Magnet You Were Pulled To. There Was No Choice, He Said. And When You Look At Jack, It's Because When He's Around, Why Would You Want To Look At Anything Else? You Love Him The Way You Could Never Love Me.

Writing Has Always Felt Like A Compulsion. Even At High School There'd Be Times When People Would Ask Me If I Wanted To Go And Hang Out And I'd Sit Home And Write Instead.

He Stepped Into My Room With One Graceful Move, As If Entering Through Bedroom Windows Was Nothing Out Of The Ordinary.

And I'm Stuck In It With No Way Out. I Love You, And I Can't Stop, And You Don't Even Care!

I Don't Want To Be Famous Per Se, But I Want To Write Books For As Long As I Can. And I Plan On Writing A Lot.