...I felt fear enter the halls of my mind, but I didn't give it the keys to every room.
I love my editor, but that would be the definition of hell to me to live with someone and have them go page by page through my manuscript. That I want to avoid at all costs.
I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.
No one can grant you happiness. Happiness is a choice we all have the power to make.
the worst happens when you least expect it
I'm no more a wonder than anyone. And that's what makes the world magical. Every baby's a seed of wonder - that gets watered or it doesn't.