I Thought About That For A Minute

I Wanted The Monster Back And That Was Plainly Wrong.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. I Felt The Smooth Wooden Floor Beneath My Knees, And Then The Palms Of My Hands, And Then It Was Pressed Against The Skin Of My Cheek. I Hoped That I Was Fainting, But, To My Disappointment, I Didn't Lose Consciousness. The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

I Had The Easiest Publishing Experience In The Entire World. I Sent Out Fifteen Courier Letters To Agents, Got Five No Replies, Nine Rejections And One I Want To See It. A Month Later I Had An Agent. Another Month Later I Had A Three Book Deal With Little Brown.

After All I've Seen, If I Hadn't Learned Compassion, I Wouldn't Be Worth Much.

Love Is Simply Where It Is.