A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.
Laura MillerDreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.
Laura MillerThe first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.
Laura MillerMake no mistake, the organizations website counsels. You will be writing a lot of crap. And thats a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. I am not the first person to point out that writing a lot of crap doesnt sound like a particularly fruitful way to spend an entire month, even if it is November.
Laura Miller