Cause I Lit Him On

I Looked At Him Like He Was An Idiot, But He Didn’t Notice. Or Maybe He Got It So Often, He Thought That Was How People Looked At Him.

I Was Always Writing. When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories. But As Soon I As Capable, I Started Writing. I Filled Notebooks And Notebooks Until I Got My First Computer When I Was 11. It Never Really Occurred To Me That I Would Do Anything Else.

I Don't Want To Be Famous Per Se, But I Want To Write Books For As Long As I Can. And I Plan On Writing A Lot.

It's A Hard Life, But It's The Only Life We Have. And Sometimes-' He Pointed To A Bright Flash Of Lightening, Its Jagged Light Stretching From The Sky To The Ground, '-it's Still Beautiful. Sometimes You Find Something That Makes This All Worth It. And When You Do, You Hang Onto It For As Long As You Can.' He Turned To Me, Shrugging One Shoulder. 'that's The Best You Can Do.

An Oblique Angle,” Jack Said, And His Bout Of Jealousy Was Quickly Replaced With Glee. “ha! I Told You I Would Work That In!