Holding Onto Something That's Gone

You Are Who You Are. I Know You. You Believe That? "yea But--" "you're Eve Dallas. You're The Love Of My Life. My Heart And Soul. You're A Cop, Mind And Bone. You're A Woman Of Strength And Resilience. Stubborn, Hardheaded, Occassionally Mean As A Badger, And More Generous That You'll Admit.

Matt's Brother And The Blond Cook Spent A Good Portion Of Last Season Tangling The Sheets. Historically, Said Cook Tangled Many Other Sheets With Dexterity And Aplomb." "aplomb" "it's A Polite Way To Say She Banged Often, Well And Without Too Much Discrimination." "that Also Sounded Polite." "i Was Raised Well.

You're Going To Be Unemployed If You Really Think You Just Have To Sit Around And Wait For The Muse To Land On Your Shoulder.

I Think Writer Is A Word Without Gender, And A Good Writer Observes, Absorbs, Hopefully Empathizes Then Translates That Into Character And Story. You Don’t Have To Do Or Be Or Have Experienced, Traveled To, But You Have To Imagine All Of That, Very Well–and Believe It Completely During The Bubble Of The Work.

I Said, You're The Beat Of My Heart, The Breath In My Body, The Light In My Soul.