I never had a plan, except to write. I love what I do, and have from the beginning. Loving what you do makes it a lot easier to work, every day, to face the tough spots and heel in for the long haul. Nothing against plans; they work for some people. But for me, if I'd been planning, worrying about numbers, trying to micro-manage my career, I wouldn't have focused on the writing. If you don't write, you're not read. If you're not read, you don't sell. So that's my Master Plan, I guess. Write the books, let the agent agent, the editor edit, the publisher publish.
Nora RobertsPhillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag. Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands. "What's the point?" "You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point.
Nora RobertsHey. Hands off.โ ", "โPlease. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch.โ "โPeabody, isnโt it embarrassing enough youโre wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on my coat?โ", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]
Nora RobertsHis mindโs always on something else. Heโd live in a ratty cardigan, and heโs always worrying holes in the pockets of his pants. He can never seem to find his wallet or anything in the refrigerator. And just when you think heโs not paying any attention to what youโre saying or doing, he comes up with exactly the right answer or solution.โ", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death"โPeople""who expect perfection in a mate miss a lot of funโand sweetness.", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]
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