I'm 26, I live in a loft in Brooklyn, and I write and model for a living. The modeling started because of my eyes. One's brown, one's green. People ask about it a lot.

I don't sleep much. I never really have. So most nights I sit at the kitchen table with one lamp on and write. Some of it is what actually happened that week, the bike, the shoots, the neighbors. Some of it is made up, love stories about people I'll never meet in places I walk past every day.

Moro is the albino Doberman puppy asleep on my foot while I type this. She arrived in November and she's already in charge.