I'm In Crisis. I'm About To Bump

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.

I Believe That What We Get Out Of Life Is What We've Set Ourselves Up To Get, So There's No Such Thing As An Inconsequential Decision. Our Destinies Are The Culmination Of All The Choices We've Made Along The Way, Which Is Why It's Imperative To Listen Hard To Your Inner Voice When It Speaks Up. Don't Let Anyone Else's Noise Drown It Out.

I'm Sitting In The Bleachers, Watching Longingly As All The Boys And Umbumped Girls In My Personal Health And Fitness Class Play Muggle Quidditch. I Don't Even Like The Game Very Much, I Think It's Silly, But I So Miss Physical Activity That I'd Be Thrilled If I Could Run Around The Gymnasium With A Broom Between My Legs, Chasing After The Human Snitch Wearing A Gold Pinny.

There's Only One Racing Strategy That Matters.it's The One I Run By: Get In The Lead And Don't Let Anyone Pass You.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.