... A Man's Plans Are Meant To

Who's With Her?" Roarke Asked, Though He Already Knew. It Was Just Like Her. "with Her? Oh, Ah, Hmmm. Webster." Silence Fell, A Clatter Of Broken Bricks. Peabody Folded Her Hands In Her Pockets And Prepared For The Explosion To Follow. "i See." When Roarke Simply Turned Back To The Screen And Continued, She Didn't Know Whether To Be Relieved Or Scared To Death.

Better, Cilla Thought, To Be Alone On A Quiet Night Than To Be Alone In A Crowd. Much Better.

Once You Considered Failure You Were One Step Farther Away From Success.

Tell Him I Took The Cat

I Never Had A Plan, Except To Write. I Love What I Do, And Have From The Beginning. Loving What You Do Makes It A Lot Easier To Work, Every Day, To Face The Tough Spots And Heel In For The Long Haul. Nothing Against Plans; They Work For Some People. But For Me, If I'd Been Planning, Worrying About Numbers, Trying To Micro-manage My Career, I Wouldn't Have Focused On The Writing. If You Don't Write, You're Not Read. If You're Not Read, You Don't Sell. So That's My Master Plan, I Guess. Write The Books, Let The Agent Agent, The Editor Edit, The Publisher Publish.