Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

I was reluctant to talk about my kids on the blog. I kept telling myself, "People aren't coming here for stories about your kids. They want to hear about the upcoming books, writing advice, conventions..."

It's not prowess if you watch 5 hours of TV a day. It's just how you choose to spend your time.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.

A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.