Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.