Sometimes it seems that I am only thankful when faced with adversity. Appreciative of the days that nothing’s gone wrong only when the day seems headed in a downward spiral.
Sometimes, as a writer, you find yourself pouring yourself into a paragraph, a scene—even a chapter. And you reach a point at which you get stuck, and you read it over, and you discover that it just won’t work.
I never thought I would die in a toilet.