So Eager For Eternal Damnation.

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

Who Gives An Island As A Gift? I Frowned. I Hadn’t Realized Edward’s Extreme Generosity Was A Learned Behavior. Bella

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby

I Feel Like Reading Really Defined Me As A Writer Because I Lived My Life Outside Of My Own Body For So Much Of My Life And I Loved It. I've Always Been A Reader. I Think Living All Those Stories Served Me To Naturally Take That Next Step To Creating.