To Fear Is One Thing.

My Heart Is Heavy, She Thought. It’s Not Just A Saying. It Is What Is—heavy, A Great Stone Lodged In My Breast, Pressing Down My Whole Being. How Can I Even Stand Straight And Look Out Upon The World? I Am Doubled Over Into Myself And, For All The Weight, Find Only Emptiness.

We All Learn Here By The Honorable Path Of Horrible Mistakes.

The Thing I Have Learned Through The Years Is That One Idea 'doth' Not A Novel Make. A Novel Must Be Several Seemingly Unrelated Ideas That Somehow Magically Come Together To Create The Fabric Of The Story.

Hope ... Is Not A Feeling; It Is Something You Do.

You Don't Have To Fight Dragons To Write Books. You Just Have To Live Deeply The Life You've Been Given.