Where do I go from here?

How about we talk about your love life instead?" "Why? Are you in the mood to be depressed?

I gave you the best of me, he'd told her once, and with every beat of her son's heart, she knew he'd done exactly that.

And maybe, just maybe, it will.

Publishing is a business. Writing may be art, but publishing, when all is said and done, comes down to dollars.

As Confucius once said, 'He who does nothing is the one who does nothing.'" Gabby pondered the words, the furrowed her brow. "did Confucius really say that?" Sunglasses in place, Stephanie managed the tiniest of shrugs. "No, but who cared? The point is, they handled, and most likely they found some sort of self-satisfaction in their industrious-ness. Who am I to deprive them of that?

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.