It's Hard To Look Too Grand When

He Grunted; She Recognized It As Relief That She Wasn't Going To Nag Him Further About Tor The Just, Who Probably Wasn't That Boring If He Could Hold Off The Notherners For Nine Days And Melt A Hole In The Hills.

And None At All Has Ridden At The King's Side Since Aerinha, Goddess Of Honor And Flame, First Taught Men To Forge Their Blades. You'd Think Aerinha Would Have Had Better Sense.

I Don't Differentiate In The Way That The Genre Creators Want Differentiation To Be Made. I Feel That I Have Never Written Children's Or Ya Stories Particularly.

What You Describe Is How It Happens To Everyone: Magic Does Slide Through You, And Disappear, And Come Back Later Looking Like Something Else. And I'm Sorry To Tell You This, But Where Your Magic Lives Will Always Be A Great Dark Space With Scraps You Fumble For. You Must Learn To Sniff Them Out In The Dark.

Write What You Want To Read. The Person You Know Best In This World Is You. Listen To Yourself. If You Are Excited By What You Are Writing, You Have A Much Better Chance Of Putting That Excitement Over To A Reader.