Now Let Me Teach You Another Thing

I Write My Novels Longhand. I Love The Feeling Of Writing; I Love To See Pen On Paper. It Feels More Creative Than Typing, And It's A More Visual Process For Me - I Can Picture The Entire Scene In My Head And Am Merely Writing What I See.

I Never Grew Up Thinking The Goal In Life Was To Be A Millionaire. All The Way Through College, I Had A Part-time Job. I Worked Hard To Get The Things That You Need At That Age.

There's No Limit To What You Can Dream. You Expect The Unexpected, You Believe In Magic, In Fairy Tales, And In Possibilities. Then You Grow Older And That Innocence Is Shattered And Somewhere Along The Way The Reality Of Life Gets In The Way And You're Hit By The Realization That You Can't Be All You Wanted To Be, You Just Might Have To Settle For A Little Bit Less.

Elizabeth’s Hands Flew To Her Mouth; Tears Filled Her Eyes With Happiness As She Realized He Was Fulfilling Yet Another Of Her And Her Mother’s Intended Activities. “why Are You Fulfilling All Of My Mother’s Dreams?” She Asked, Studying His Face And Searching For Answers. “so You Don’t Run Away Like She Did In Search Of Them,” He Replied, Taking Her Hand. “come On, Join In!” He Said, Leaping Around.

When You're On Your Own, You Look For Signs. Sometimes You Make Them Up, Sometimes They're Actually There, But Most Of The Time You Can't Tell The Difference From The Two.