A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was, was worth someone having...if not died, then having given up her life. It wasn't fair. "Life's not fair," said Ginnie, as if I had spoken aloud.

Use your blog to connect. Use it as you. Don’t ‘network’ or ‘promote.’ Just talk.

If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.