The usual way - through a long series of rejections, revising my manuscripts, and kept trying again and again. Finally I was fortunate enough to find a good agent.
I don't want to have to give up me, in order to be his.
...there were no guarantees in life, only promises and whispers.
I'm surprisingly practical in much of my life, but not when it comes to my shoes.
And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.
I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.