Imagining And Fantasizing Did Nothing But Break

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.

Holly Smiled Weakly. Gerry Would Know Exactly How She Was Feeling, He Would Know Exactly What To Say And He Would Know Exactly What To Do. He Would Give Her One Of His Famous Hugs And All Her Problems Would Melt Away. She Grabbed A Pillow From Her Bed And Hugged It Tight. She Couldn't Remember The Last Time She Hugged Someone, Really Hugged Someone. And The Depressing Thing Was That She Couldn't Imagine Ever Embracing Anyone The Same Way Again.

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

All Families Have Their Secrets, Most People Would Never Know Them, But They Know There Are Spaces, Gaps Where The Answers Should Be, Where Someone Should Have Sat, Where Someone Used To Be. A Name That Is Never Uttered, Or Uttered Just Once And Never Again. We All Have Our Secrets.

Her Best Friend Was Gone And Nobody Understood That No Amount Of Makeup, Fresh Air Or Shopping Was Going To Fill The Hole In Her Heart.