Adrian Tipped My Face Up

The Best Jury Of Your Peers That You’ll Ever Find Is…well, You. Only You Know What You’re Capable Of And What You Want To Be.

My Muse Is An Ungrateful Harlot Who’s Abandoned Me To Actually Come Up With My Own Plots.

I Fought Against Her, Trying To Mount Some Kind Of Defense, But It Was Like Fighting Dimitri On Crack.

And Sometimes, If I Was Really, Really Lucky, He’d Smile At Me. A Real Smile, Too—not The Dry One That Accompanied The Sarcasm We Tossed Around So Often. I Didn’t Want To Admit It To Anyone—not To Lissa, Not Even To Myself—but Some Days, I Lived For Those Smiles.

I Didn't Just Get An Idea. I Got A Great Idea.