I Hadn't Learned Yet That Everybody's Locked

Most Of The Time, It's Not The Concept, But The Execution Of Craft That Counts.

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.

To Write A Damn Good Thriller, You Need A Killer Attitude.

I Just Think It's A Great World To Tell Stories In, To Tell Cool Stories: Money, Sex, Fame, And Scandal. Those Are Great Subject Matters To Work With.