I smoked for many years like a total idiot.

With apologies to all my past boyfriends, I never loved a man the way I loved my old apartment.

I don't pretend for a second that I'm that great of a person on a day-to-day basis. I'm a deeply flawed human.

I love doing readings. I could really give a crap about reviews. It's kind of about the readers.

Wouldn't that be nice if we could all afford to just freely pursue our dreams?

I've just always written, and always considered myself a writer. I wrote my first story when I was five. There was nothing else I wanted to do or be.

I've been told by people who write historical novels that you just sort of write the emotional truth first, the story at the core, and then you go back and research it at the end.