Home. Wow. I’m Already Calling It Home.

For Each Book, I Do End Up Making A Kind Of Playlist To Fit The Characters.

Why Had I Taken All Those Useless Classes Like Bio And German When I Should Have Been Taking Lipreading?

Do People In The Twenty-first Century Still Dance?" My Heart Beat Thundered In My Ears, Far Louder Than The Slow Music. "um," I Said, Barely Able To Swallow, My Throat Had Gone So Dry. "sometimes." "how About Now?" He Asked. And Then His Strong Arms Were Encircling My Waist, His Breath Soft Against My Cheek As He Gently Whispered My Name: "susannah. Susannah...

Maybe Nobody Has A Right To Tell Anybody To Shut Up. Maybe This Is How Wars Get Started, Because Someone Tells Someone Else To Shut Up, And Then No One Will Apologize.

Remember, If You Don't Feel Passionate About The Characters And Subject Of Your Story, Your Readers Won't Either.