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Every Writer Has To Figure Out What Works Best - And Often Has To Select And Discard Different Tools Before They Find The One That Fits.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.

Look, If Some Guy Dressed In His Mother's Clothes Breaks In, Fight Him Off Until I Get My Pants Back On.

I Know You Love Me, But I Don't Know Why. I Look At You And I Just Can't Get Why It's Me. Every Time I Get My Balance, I Lose It Again. Because It Shouldn't Be Me, And I Think It'd Kill Me If You Ever Figured That Out.

I Always Thought Everybody Made Up Stories In Their Heads - Never Thought About Actually Writing Them Down On Paper Until I Was Snowed In With The Kids In The Blizzard Of '79 - 3 Feet Of Snow. I Live In A Rural Area And Was Stuck. No Morning Kindergarten - It Was A Nightmare.