I like to blame the temperature for my behavior those months. It would be easier that way, to just shirk all responsibility and say everything that happened was on Los Angeles.
This is a story about writing.
You are facing two roads and either way is dark and mysterious.
Think about the wide cast of characters who go into making a movie.
You will convince yourself it tastes like honey.
That’s the thing about addiction; it creates an illusion of invincibility. It seems like nothing can happen, nothing can be ruined as long as you both are completely intertwined.
Your heart, your brain, your body, they all agreed. Yes, this is right. This is good. For once, everything inside you was on the same page.
Every sentence in his stories has a double-meaning. Each sentence moves forward the story.
When a writer falls in love, her writings can either make you fall or will break your heart. When a writer falls in love, she may actually stop writing.
“I will never know the feel of human touch again! I will never love! I WILL DIE ALONE!!!” I continued, fanning myself with a scrunched up magazine.