|Author of SERENADE, coming Spring 2015 from Carina Press! Represented by Louise Fury of The Bent Agency|
You’re 21 when you realise that you don’t know what you’re waiting around for. That your open palms are a graveyard of the things you wanted but couldn’t hold onto. And the last time someone brushed against you on the train was the most you ever felt alive like your entire body was rising to meet their spaces. It’s sad when it’s like that, when your hands are invitations to be held but no one wants to take the time to explore them, when you go to fortune tellers and shiver at their fingers tracing your palms. It’s sad when your mother can’t look you in the eyes anymore and you spend the night before last curled up in a bath wishing there were flowers growing out of your body so they might be plucked and worn and for a day at least, you could be beautiful.
You’re beautiful now except you don’t look at yourself long enough to know, don’t touch yourself with enough gentility, you are not a grenade stop trying to pull yourself to pieces. Your friends don’t always want to hear from you that doesn’t mean they don’t love you though sometimes it might and you eat entire tubs of ice cream and then tug at your stomach like you’ve forgotten that it was made for food and organs. Forgive yourself, be soft with your heart, you are 21 it won’t be this way forever."
Admire the world for never ending on you as you would admire an opponent, without taking your eyes off him, or walking away.
One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes."
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Eli rubbed his thumb over the fresh skin of his palm, but Victor was the first to speak, and when he did, it was with an eloquence and composure...”