There is no left and right in writing. There is only good and bad writing.
What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?
Never mistake movement for action
Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
I am always in love.
So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.