If You Want To Cry, You're Not

About That Proposal, Cupcake..." Morelli

Yeah, I Like That Idea. Maybe He'll Shoot At Us Again. I Was Hoping Someone Would Shoot At Me Today. That Was The First Thing I Said When I Got Up: Boy, I Hope I Get Shot At Today.

Transitions Are Critically Important. I Want The Reader To Turn The Page Without Thinking She's Turning The Page. It Must Flow Seamlessly.

I Was On My Back, Looking Up At Morelli Through Cobwebs, And My First Thought Was That The 7-eleven Victim Had Exacted Revenge On Me, And I’d Been Stun Gunned. The Cobwebs Cleared, And I Discounted Stun Gunning. “what Happened?” I Asked Morelli. “you Fainted.” “that’s Ridiculous.” “i Agree, But If Someone Sent Me A Dead Woman I Might Faint, Too.” He Was Down On One Knee, Bending Over Me. “are You Ready To Get Up?” “i Need A Moment.” “don’t Take Too Long. People Will Think I’m Proposing.

I Rented Ghostbusters, My All-time Favorite Inspirational Movie. I Picked Up Some Microwave, Popcorn, A Kitkat, A Bag Of Bite-sized Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, And A Box Of Instant Hot Chocolate With Marshmallows. Do I Know How To Have A Good Time, Or What?