I've Given Up Thinking - It Keeps

Mornings Belong To Whatever Is New; The Current Composition. Afternoons Are For Naps And Letters.

Alone. Yes, That's The Key Word, The Most Awful Word In The English Tongue. Murder Doesn't Hold A Candle To It And Hell Is Only A Poor Synonym.

The Look Of The Sky As The Day's Blue Blood Runs Out Of Its Cheek.

The Muses Are Ghosts, And Sometimes They Come Uninvited.

I Would Say Plotting Is The Most Difficult Thing For Me. Characterization Is Only Hard Because Sometimes I Feel I Get So Interested In It That I Want To Talk Too Much About The Characters And That Slows The Story Down. So I Say, "hey, People Want To Find Out What's Going To Happen Next, They Don't Want To Listen To You Spout Off About This Or That Person." But I Think Even The Bad Guy Deserves To Tell His Side Of The Story.