Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.

I’m not against thinking; I’m only against thinking that thinking on its own will get you out of a hole. Shovel also needed.

One of the most common questions writers are asked is "Where do you get your ideas?" But the sad truth is, we don't know. Ideas can come at any time and from any direction: in the shower, waiting for an elevator, or while bouncing across Wikipedia pages.

Didn't this beat everything? A pretty and an ugly taking a stroll together. The warden came closer, confusion all over his middle-pretty face. Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "Make me pretty.

Cure for writer's block: blow something up(in the story)