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You Can Only Write By Putting Words On A Paper One At A Time.

I Try To Weave A Secret Into Each Plot. It's The Thread That Holds The Rest Of The Story Fabric Together. In Fact, It's The Reason For The Story. I Hint At The Secret Early On. Immediately I Want The Reader To Get The Feeling That Something Here Isn't Quite Right. It Helps Maintain The Suspense If A Puzzling Element Is Introduced In The First Few Pages Of The Book, But The Answer Isn't Revealed Until The Final Ones. Hopefully, Readers Want To Know What The Heck Is Really Going On, And It's The Desire To Find Out That Keeps Them Turning Pages.

He Lifted His Gaze To The Framed Photograph Of Tanya And Him Taken On Their Wedding Day. God, She Had Been Lovely. Her Smile Had Come Through Her Eyes Straight From Her Heart. He Had Known Unequivocally That She Loved Him. He Believed To This Day That She Had Died Knowing That He Loved Her. How Could She Not Know? He Had Dedicated His Life To Never Letting Her Doubt It.

Life Was Precious. Life Was Fragile. Here One Moment, Gone The Next. Every Second Should Be Milked For All It's Worth Because You Never Know When The Bottom Was Going To Drop Out.

Be Prepared To Work Hard To Be A Writer.