Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing.
I love rhinestones, faux jewelry.
I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful
I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.
Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.
Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write. I have candles going, and small objects that remind me of what I am working on, or bring me into the world of the character.