Read everything. Read fiction and non-fiction, read hot best sellers and the classics you never got around to in college.
If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?
Maybe it was inertia -or worse, fear- that was keeping me in the same place.
The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.
mooo," she said... "I mean mmmm," she moaned. Louder this time. Goddamn Dr. Seuss is ruining my sex life.
Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.
1909