Nothing Teaches You As Much About Writing

My Insides Still Turn Over When He Looks At Me That Certain Way.

Concentrate On How Good If Feels To Be Alive. No Matter What. Just To See The Color Of The Sky, Just To Smell The Air, And Feel The Wind In Your Face

Something Awful Happens To A Person Who Grows Up As A Creative Kid And Suddenly Finds No Creative Outlet As An Adult.

I Fell In Love With Books At The Elizabeth Public Library When I Was Four.

The Child From 9 To 12 Interests Me Very Much. And So, Those Were The Years That I Like To Write About, When I'm Writing.