I Would Love To Write A Mystery

There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That Make You Walk On Air.

There's A Fine Line Between Love And Hate.love Frees A Soul And In The Same Breath Can Sometimes Suffocate It.

How Else Do You Think Life Happens? A Series Of Coincidences And Occurrences Have To Happen Somehow. Our Lives All Crash And Collide And You Think There's No Reason Or Rhyme To It? If There Wasn't Any Reason For It All, What Would Be The Point? Why Do You Think Anything Happens At All? There Is An Outcome, Repercussions And Occurrences To Everybody You Meet And Everything You Say.

I Write My Novels Longhand. I Love The Feeling Of Writing; I Love To See Pen On Paper. It Feels More Creative Than Typing, And It's A More Visual Process For Me - I Can Picture The Entire Scene In My Head And Am Merely Writing What I See.

He Was One Of Those People Who Made You Feel Like They Either Didn't Know Or Didn't Care That You Were In The Room And If They Ever Did Acknowledge Your Existence It Was Bizarrely Score One To You, And Twenty Years Later They'd Tell You They'd Always Had A Crush On You But Never Had The Courage To Say Anything And You'd Tell Them, What? I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me? And They'd Say, Are You Crazy? I Just Never Knew What To Say!