Writing isn't just on the page; it's voices in the reader's head. Read what you write out loud to someone-anyone-and you will catch all kinds of things.

Writing isn't just on the page; it's voices in the reader's head. Read what you write out loud to someone-anyone-and you will catch all kinds of things.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).