It's Finished. Everything Went Past, Without Me.

Reach Isn’t Describable In Terms Of Cause And Effect Anymore: It’s Simultaneous.

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

But I Always Need To Identify With A Character To Write About Him Or Her - And By "identify," I Mean See The World Through That Person's Eyes And Have A Strong Sense Of The Inner Logic Of Their Acts And Decisions, Wacky Or Wrongheaded Though They Might Be. In That Sense, I Think There's Some Of Me In All Of Them.

No One Is Waiting For Me. In This Story, I'm The Girl No One Is Waiting For.

When Does A Fake Mohawk Become A Real Mohawk? Who Decides? How Do You Know If It's Happened?