When people ask what you do, tell them you're a writer. Put yourself on the line. Make a commitment.

I'm for sure a workaholic. I'm a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.

I don't know much about cars," Joyce said, "but I think someone took my engine.

When people ask what you do, tell them you're a writer. Put yourself on the line. Make a commitment.

Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood." "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire." "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer." "Whoa." Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.

I attributed the incidence to temporary insanity, and in my own defense, I'd like to say I haven't run over anyone since.

If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.