We humans grow so much intellectually, or are supposed to, that concepts or thoughts that seemed so profound at 15 or 23 often seem trite and banal at 30 or 55. But then, we're always growing, aren't we?
Be a girl who writes because you'll better understand when life throws unexpected hurdles in your way -- as plot twists give us necessary segues -- and because you'll know that some relationships need to end when there are no more plotlines left to have between two people.
The surest way to kill the aliveness of our characters is by insisting that they always make sense. When we follow the labyrinth of most conversations, we discover one constant: people always want something.
I once dreamed of being a war journalist, a guy who dodged bombs in Beirut, barely avoiding capture. Or I could have been a Washington D.C. guy, shouting questions over the tired press corps, showing them how much better -- or louder -- I was than the rest of them.