You Mistake Patience For Forbearance.

A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In The Subconscious, And It's Bound To Have An Effect.

I Suppose I'm A Lapsed Catholic. You Would Consider Me An Atheist Or Agnostic.

Kill The Boy, Jon Snow. Winter Is Almost Upon Us. Kill The Boy And Let The Man Be Born.

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

I Think Life Is A Jape. Yours, Mine, Everyone's