Things can be going well--book sales are fine, got a photography gig this weekend, things are starting to turn around a bit--and yet it's so easy to find yourself suddenly and profoundly lonely.
This last book broke my heart a bit. It's about time travel, and to me time travel stories are about regret, because you see the impact of your mistakes and, depending on the story, often there's nothing you can do about those mistakes. They'll always exist. Time doesn't want to change.
It's two a.m., and things are going well, but all I really want is someone to cause a stir in my life. I could use a hurricane. Or just someone to swap fairy tales with in the middle of the night.