It Seems To Be That Way With

Like Most Hearts, It Was Complicated, Shaded With Dark And Dappled With Light.

When I Was A Kid I Loved To Read, But I Didn't Write And I Didn't Create Imaginary Worlds. So, If One Student Walks Away Thinking, "she's Obviously Just An Ordinary Person, Yet She Gets To Make Her Living Doing What She Wants To Do. Maybe That Applies To Me, Too," Then I Feel Like My Time Has Been Well Spent.

I Show Up And Try, But I May Have To Ask Myself If I Need To Wait And Let Myself Regenerate And Take A Break. I Know That This Thing That Makes The Stories Has To Be Treated Gently. So Sometimes I'll Just Stop And Let The Well Fill Up. With My Work, Sometimes I Hate Doing It, But I Love Having Done It. The Key Is To Keep Doing It.

No One Cared What She Wanted. No One Had Ever Cared. And Perhaps, Worst Of All, No One Ever Would Care.

Once Upon A Time," He Said Out Loud To The Darkness. He Said These Words Because They Were The Best, The Most Powerful Words That He Knew And Just The Saying Of Them Comforted Him.