Hate Is A Virus, Revenge Its Only

For Some Of Us Love Comes Into The Room, Kicks Her Shoes Off, finds The Most Comfortable Sofa, And Lies Down, Rests, Has No Intention Of Going Anywhere. For Others Love Walks In Smoking A Cigarette, Checking Her Watch Every Two Seconds, Jittery, With One Hand On The Doorknob, Heart Rate Up, Always In Sprinter’s Position, Ready To Run.

For A Lot Of People, Becoming An Author Is A Change In Occupation... They Are Coming From Something That Totally Has Nothing To Do With This. If They Are Expecting To Come Into A Room Full Of People Praising Them, Then They Are In The Wrong Place.

I'm Just Trying To Write A Good Story, Strictly From Imagination. People Just Think It's Random, They Don't See The Rewriting, Phrasing Of Characters, Choosing The Words, Bringing The World To Light In Which The Characters Live In. That Creates An Illusion That This Is Real.

When You Start A New Job Or A Particular Journey, You Really Don't Know What To Expect. I Mean, You Hear About Your Name Being On The Bestsellers List, But It Doesn't Really Mean Anything. Like, Really, What Does That Translate To?

Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Way That Leads To Temptation!