If destiny didn’t want me to be a writer, I figure, then it shouldn’t have made me one. But it did make me one, and I’ve decided to meet that destiny with as much good cheer and as little drama as I can—because how I choose to handle myself as a writer is entirely my own choice.

“Time feels thicker. It’s made out of stuff. It’s made out of people and things that are in it. It doesn’t have as much of that ‘empty grid of minutes’ kind of feeling,” she said. “When you start to think of time in more collective ways, trying to leave behind the individual time banks, it opens up the horizon of what’s possible in your and others’