Hornergy' Is Zen's Term For The Indomitable

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.

Prayers Are Answered In One Of Four Ways,” She Said. “yes. No. I Have Something Else In Mind. And . . .” She Paused Long Enough For My Impatience To Show. “and What’s The Fourth Answer?” “wait,” She Said.

Fortunately For Me, I'm Still Evolving Into The Person I'm Supposed To Be. And Though They Don't Know It Yet, And May Not Come To Accept It, I'm Done Living By Their Protocols Or Anyone Else's. I'm The Only One Who Will Take Credit For My Successes. And I'm The Only One Who Will Take The Blame For My Mistakes. From Now On, I Live For Me.

See, My Idea Of Cute Comes With An Iq Requirement. It's Geeky Cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, Not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, Not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, Yes Please! Brad Pitt, No Thank You.

I'm In Crisis. I'm About To Bump With A Five-foot Chino-chicano.