I'm One Of The Lucky Writers: Plots

I Believe My Readers Are Crazy About Their Parents And Want To Be Just Like Them When They Grow Up

But I Found My Family. I Found The Right Thing To Do. I Found The Way Home.

Stephen Had Just Come From A Class Discussion In Which Several Students Believed That The Right Cup Of Herbal Tea Would Save Them From Pain And Sorrow. Well Acquainted With Pain And Sorrow, Stephen Did Not Contribute To The Discussion. He Merely Crossed These Idiots Off His List Of Possible Friends.

Lying On The Front Passenger Seat, As If It Didn't Matter, Was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

Actually My First Eight Books Were Historical Novels, But They Were Never Published