Love Sucks. Sometimes It Feels Good. Sometimes

I Know The Universe Has A Sense Of Irony, And Sometimes You Get Reminded Just How Sadistic That Can Be.

What Is Love? Sometimes It's Just Letting Yourself Be Who And What You Are, And Letting The Person You're Supposed To Love Be Who And What He Is Too. Or Maybe What And Who They Are.

What Happens In Vegas May Stay In Vegas, But What Happens In New Orleans, Goes Home With You.

Some Wounds Cut Us So Deep That They Stop Us. Stop Us From Letting Go, From Growing Up, From Seeing The Truth.

I Started Off Like Everyone Else Does, Slogging But Having A Compulsion To Put Words On Paper. I Didn't Write Or Read Horror Or Fantasy, Other Than Children's Fantasy, Until I Was In My Teens