Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover

I've Been Many Kinds Of Writers In My Career: Novelist; Tele-playwright; Short Story Writer. As A High-school Student, I Wrote Amateur Pieces For Fanzines, And I've Written For Hollywood.

Don't Write Outlines; I Hate Outlines.

In King’s Landing, There Are Two Sorts Of People. The Players And The Pieces… Every Man’s A Piece To Start With, And Every Maid As Well. Even Some Who Think They Are Players." Petyr Baelish

Needle Was Robb And Bran And Rickon, Her Mother And Her Father, Even Sansa. Needle Was Winterfell's Grey Walls, And The Laughter Of Its People. Needle Was The Summer Snows, Old Nan's Stories, The Heart Tree With Its Red Leaves And Scary Face, The Warm Earthy Smell Of The Glass Gardens, The Sound Of The North Wind Rattling The Shutters Of Her Room. Needle Was Jon Snow's Smile. He Used To Mess My Hair And Call Me "little Sister," She Remembered, And Suddenly There Were Tears In Her Eyes.

You Can't Hammer Tin Into Iron, No Matter How Hard You Beat It, But That Doesn't Mean It's Useless.