An Honest Kiss, A Little

I Wonder What The High Septon Would Have To Say About The Sanctity Of Oaths Sworn While Dead Drunk, Chained To A Wall, With A Sword Pressed To Your Chest?

I Want To Weep, She Thought. I Want To Be Comforted. I'm So Tired Of Being Strong. I Want To Be Foolish And Frightened For Once. Just For A Small While, That's All....a Day.....an Hour.

I Have Some Other Novels I Want To Write. I Have A Lot Of Short Stories - I Love The Short Story.

Anger Was Better Than Tears, Better Than Grief, Better Than Guilt.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Writing Is Writing From The Gut Or The Heart Or Something Like That Rather Than Intellectually.