Moments Came And Went, She Thought. It

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

Life Is Like A Moustache. It Can Be Wonderful Or Terrible. But It Always Tickles.

That Has Not Yet Been Put To The Test. I Got My Fourth-degree Black Belt This Winter. When I Make Martial Arts Noises, Thousands Flee In Terror. Don't Test Me." "can You Hear That? It's My Knees Knocking." "they're Wise To Fear Me.

Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.