Well I Talk A Little About That,

Love Is Not An Equation, It Is Not A Contract, And It Is Not A Happy Ending. Love Is The Slate Under The Chalk, The Ground That Buildings Rise, And The Oxygen In The Air. It Is The Place You Come Back To, No Matter Where Your Headed

What If What You Know Isn’t What People Want To Hear?

How Many Times Would I Throw This Away Before I Realized It Was What I Had Been Looking For All Along?

The Act Of Reading Is A Partnership. The Author Builds A House, But The Reader Makes It A Home.

You Need To Learn To Write On Demand, And To Get Critiqued Without Flinching. When Someone Can Rip Your Work To Shreds Without It Feeling As Though Your Arm Has Been Hacked Off, You're Ready To Send Your Novel Off To An Agent.