She Is Like A Child Picking At

Hands Down, The Hardest Part For Me Is Coming Up With An Idea. I Spend About 14 Months Writing A Book, And That's A Lot Of Hours Spent Thinking About A Single Project. I Simply Have To Love The Idea. I'll Go Through Dozens Of Workable Ideas Until I Find The One That Lights My Fire.

That Was The Thing About Best Friends. Like Sisters And Mothers, They Could Piss You Off And Make You Cry And Break Your Heart, But In The End, When The Chips Were Down, They Were There, Making You Laugh Even In Your Darkest Hours.

When You Get . . . To The End, You See That Love And Family Are All There Is. Nothing Else Matters.

To Lose Love Is A Terrible Thing. But To Turn Away From It Is Unbearable. Will You Spend The Rest Of Your Life Replaying It In Your Head? Wondering If You Walked Away Too Soon Or Too Easily? Or If You'll Ever Love Anyone That Deeply Again?

Then He Left Her There, Standing Alone, Surrounded By Word Ghosts; Things She Could Have Said.