I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

Don't Take Too Long, Mrs. Cullen

I Had The Easiest Publishing Experience In The Entire World. I Sent Out Fifteen Courier Letters To Agents, Got Five No Replies, Nine Rejections And One I Want To See It. A Month Later I Had An Agent. Another Month Later I Had A Three Book Deal With Little Brown.

You Stupid Jackass," Ian Said. "who's Got The Crush On A Worm, Bro? You Gonna Call Me Stupid?

You Are The Most Beautiful Thing In My World.