I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.
Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.
I save the best of myself for novels, and I believe it shows
Try Jesus, you won't regret it, a billboard read.
When I'm working on something, I proceed as if no one else will ever read it.
But if you never did anything you couldn't undo you'd end up doing nothing at all.