I'm Allergic To Stupidity.

But Anyone Can Write, Right?'" Conner Asked. "i Mean, That's Why Authors Get Judged So Harshly, Isn't It? Because Technically Everyone Could Do It If They Wanted To." "just Because Anyone Can Do Something Doesn't Mean Everyone Should," Mrs. Peters Said. "besides, Anyone With An Internet Connection Feels They Have The Credentials To Critique Or Belittle Anything These Days.

Not Taking Yourself Too Seriously, That's The Important Thing.

I Do All Kind Of Fun Things When I'm Unconscious.

Whoa, I've Really Got To Stop Making Plans With Fictional Characters. It Can't Be Healthy To Develop Relationships With People Who Don't Exist.

You're Sad-looking," She Said. "my Grandson Used To Be Such A Happy Boy. He Used To Write Me Stories. I Remember The First Story He Ever Wrote Me, 'once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy.' And That Became 'once Upon A Time There Was A Boy Who Wanted To Fly.' And They Kept Getting Better And Better Over Time. I Never Found Out If The Boy Got To Fly." I Gave Her A Small Smile. If Only She Knew The Boy's Wings Had Been Clipped.