A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.

I love the structural part of the writing process.

...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.

Sometimes, Edie, a person's feelings aren't rational. At least, they don't seem that way on the surface. You have to dig a little deeper to understand what lies at the base

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .