Good God,” I Whispered, Sitting On The

For All His Sourness, He Was Ruled By His Heart.

She’s Not Much Of A Team Player, More Of A Team Yeller.

The Mistakes Don't Matter. It's What You Do When You Mess Up That Does.

People Ask Me What I Do In My Spare Time, And I Look At Them Blankly, Truly Believing That I Don't Even Have Spare Time, And If I Did, I'd Probably Use It For Something Mundane, Like Chipping Away At The Mound Of Laundry Rising To Dangerous Proportions In The Back Room.

I've Found That When I'm Having Trouble Solidifying A Character Or A Scene, That Music Will Often Free My Subconscious Just That Last Little Bit To Allow Me To Move Forward, And Often It's In A Direction That I Didn't Expect, But Is 100 Percent True To The Character.