She's magnificent," Radius said, smiling proudly as he vaulted the steps and followed Aphrodite. "I can think of a lot of m words that she could be. Magnificent isn't one of them," Stark grumbled. "Mental and mean pop into my head," I said. "Manure pops into mine," Stark said. "Manure?" "I think she's full of shot, but it's too many words and doesn't start with an m, so that's as close as I could get," he said.

Here's the bottom line; writers write. Sometimes words flow easily. Sometimes it's like sloughing through mud. Either way a professional writer keeps writing.

But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.

Ever heard of the word please?" "Never.

Then your heart is a black, shriveled thing, because you absoluteky betray me.

We are all affected by our pasts, but it is within our power not to let what we have done to dictate what we will do.

It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.