Then I went home to continue my life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward whatever surprises are coming next.

It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.

When I create characters, I create a world to inhabit and they begin to feel very real for me. I don't belong in a psych ward, I don't think, but they become very real, like my own family, and then I have to say goodbye, close the door, and work on other things.

The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same. "And they lived happily ever after.

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

Evil can do anything, for a price.