Oh! I'm Stupid As Well As Insane.

Alan, You Seem To Think We Won't Like You Unless You Do Things Just Like Everyone Else. Have You Ever Thought We Might Like You Because You're Different?

He Doesn't Need My Help Coming Up With Pranks. He's Got Too Many Ideas Of His Own. - Daja Referring To Briar In Their First Year At Discipline Cottage

I Suppose He Could Have Changed," Neal Said Dryly. "i Myself Have Noticed My Growing Resemblance To A Daffodil." The Other Pages Snorted. Kel Eyed Her Friend. "you Do Look Yellow Around The Edges," She Told Him, Her Face Quite Serious. "i Hadn’t Wanted To Bring It Up." "we Daffodils Like To Have Things Brought Up," Neal Said, Slinging An Arm Around Her Shoulders. "it Reminds Us Of Spring.

Does Your Ma Know You're This Silly?" She Demanded Tartly. He Nodded, Comically Sad. "the Few Gray Hairs She Has On Her Head Are My Doing. But" — With An Exaggerated Change Of Mood — "i Send Her Plenty Of Money, So She Can Pay To Have Them Dyed!" "i Hope She Beat You As A Child," Onua Grumbled.

Most Important Of All, There Is No Right Or Wrong Way To Write - There's Only What Works For You. I Was Taught To Write Every Day, But I Know A Writer (a Bestseller At That!) Who Only Writes On Weekends.