I Don't Break; I Bounce.

I Don't Like It When I Outweigh My Men.

When I Write, I Get Glimpses Into Future Novels.

During My Last Year Of College I Wrote The Same Ten Pages Over And Over Again. Those Ten Pages Became The First Few Pages Of My First Novel. I Can Still Recite The Opening Paragraph From Memory - Only Now I Cringe When I Do It Because They Are - Surprise! - A Classic Example Of Overwriting, In Addition To Being A More Than A Little Pretentious.

Now, I'm Not Very Vain. If I'd Ever Been, Making My Living Covered In Various Grease And Dirt Mixtures Would Have Cured Me Quickly. Still, I Wasn't Up To Facing Two Sexy Men When I Had One Eye Swollen Mostly Shut And Half Of My Face Black And Blue.

A Man Who Will Risk Nothing For Love Is Not A Man