My Job Is Writing For

I Would Have Been Completely Brainwashed By This Lopsided And Racist View Of The World If It Weren't For My Father. He Was A Deep Thinker And An Irrepressible Problem Solver. He Was A Black Socrates, Asking Why And Then Spoiling Ready-made Replies.

I'm Just A Survivor From The Train Wreck Of The Modern World.

That's How Powerful You Are, Girl...you Pretty, But Pretty Alone Is Not What People See. You The Kinda Pretty, The Kinda Beauty, That's Like A Mirror. Men And Women See Themselves In You, Only Now They So Beautiful That They Can't Bear To See You Go.

I Laugh, That There's A Certain Kind Of Cyclical Nature To Life And That I Don't Have To Worry Because Whatever Isn't There Right Now, It's Coming Back Again.

The Way I Write Is This: I Write About A Thousand Words A Day, A Little Bit More. The Next Morning, I Read Those Thousand Words And Cursorily Edit That. Then I Write The Next Thousand. I Do That All The Way To The End Of The Book And Then I Reread The Book Quite A Few Times, Editing As Go Through.