And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.

I get up, get coffee, and go into my home office. I check email and Twitter before I start work, but I have to try not to get too distracted.

You're here, and the only dance I want is this one.

Jealousy isn't something we deal with well, but some of us have been around long enough to know when to let go, and what is most important. The happiness of my two best friends should be more important than some ancient feud.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.