Taunting Death ... Means Pitting Oneself Against

I've Often Met People Who Are Terrified, You Know, In A Straight Jacket Of Their Own Making Because They'd Rather Do Anything That Fail. They Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.

The Death Eaters Can't All Be Pure-blood, There Aren't Enough Pure-blood Wizards Left," Said Hermione Stubbornly. "i Expect Most Of Them Are Half-bloods Pretending To Be Pure. It's Only Muggle-borns They Hate, They'd Be Quite Happy To Let You And Ron Join Up" "there Is No Way They'd Let Me Be A Death Eater!" Said Ron Indignantly...."my Whole Family Are Blood Traitors! That's As Bad As Muggle-borns To Death Eaters!" "and They'd Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

I Write Nearly Every Day. Some Days I Write For Ten Or Eleven Hours. Other Days I Might Only Write For Three Hours. It Really Depends On How Fast The Ideas Are Coming.

But In Some Ways I Think It's Braver To Do It Like This. And, To An Extent, You Know What? The Worst That Can Happen Is That Everyone Says, 'well, That Was Dreadful, She Should Have Stuck To Writing For Kids' And I Can Take That. So, Yeah, I'll Put It Out There, And If Everyone Says, 'well, That's Shockingly Bad – Back To Wizards With You', Then Obviously I Won't Be Throwing A Party. But I Will Live. I Will Live.

Writing And Cafes Are Strongly Linked In My Brain.