Mmm, He Rumbled Into My Ear. I

Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.

If She Kept Wondering About How Much Of Her Life Bran Engineered, She’d End Up On A Funny Farm Knitting Caps For Ducks.

During My Last Year Of College I Wrote The Same Ten Pages Over And Over Again. Those Ten Pages Became The First Few Pages Of My First Novel. I Can Still Recite The Opening Paragraph From Memory - Only Now I Cringe When I Do It Because They Are - Surprise! - A Classic Example Of Overwriting, In Addition To Being A More Than A Little Pretentious.

Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead Bunny.

She Sees Ghosts,” Said Samuel, Impatient With My Whining. I See Dead People,” I Deadpanned Back. Oddly, It Was Uncle Mike Who Laughed. I Hadn’t Thought He’d Be A Moviegoer.