She Lifted The Drooping Muzzle

She Lifted The Drooping Muzzle With Both Hands...it Was A Special Embrace Saved For Special Occasions.

If You Want To Fall In Love, You Can't Hold Everything In. You Have To Open Up, Take That Risk. You'll Be Hurt Sometimes, But If You Don't, You'll Never Be Happy. The One You Find May Not Be The Kind Of Woman You Expected To Fall In Love With, But It Wont Matter, You'll Love Her For Exactly What She Is.

She Loved Him, More Than She Could Ever Find Words For, But This Love He Felt For Her Was Not Quite The Same. It Wasn't So Much Stronger, As More Demanding, More Insistent. As Though He Feared He Would Lose That Which He Had Finally Won.

And That's How I Start Myself. I Usually Go Back A Couple Of Pages, Maybe To The Beginning Of The Chapter, And I Start Reading. And As I'm Reading, I'm Tweaking - Putting In A Different Word, Changing The Syntax, Putting That Clause Over There, You Know That Sort Of Thing.

I Had An Idea For A Story About A Young Woman Who Was Living With People Who Were Different, Not Just Superficially Different - Such As Hair Colour, Or Eye Colour, Or Skin Colour - But Different In Some Significant Way.