But once I'd come up with it, I realized it really was the perfect plan. Instead of waiting for Maria to come to me, I was simply going to go to her and, well... Send her back to where she came. Or reduce her to a mound of quivering gelatinous goo. Whichever came first.

Because my heat was too full of appreciation for what my friends-- my real friends-- had done for me.

Writing is a workout, just like going for a run!

Have you tried this shrimp? It's freaking amazing. Would you get away from me? I hate you. You're so moody. Just because I kidnapped you and tried to force you to be my girlfriend. I thought you would be over that by now.

But things were different now. I finally had my head -pun intended- on straight.

if you give a man a fish he'll eat for a day, if you teach a man to fish he'll eat all the fish you may have caught for yourself

One of the biggest motivations for me with writing my books is to offer girls some escapism, especially girls who really need it, like I did.