I could remember the details as if it had happened yesterday, even though it was hard to believe some of it had happened at all. Funerals were tricky like that. And life, I guess. The important parts you blocked out altogether, but the random, slanted moments haunted you, replaying over and over in your mind.

Running to stand still -Lena

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

Are you kidding? I'm supposed to put my books in this filthy tin coffin?

We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.

I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.