And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.
Shannon HaleIn some ways, I donโt feel as if I had a choice. Looking back at my childhood, even before I could read and write, I was making up stories. I love reading and I love telling stories, and the times in my life when Iโve tried to ignore that part of me, Iโve gone a little crazy. Characters start tugging on my sleeves, words start haunting me, and I feel generally unsatisfied. Really, being a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
Shannon HaleRight now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.
Shannon Hale... until Miri could not help it any longer and she laughed out loud. The sound broke the game. Peder looked at her. He reached out, and she thought he meant to grab her straw or perhaps yank her hair as he used to when they were little. But her put his hand behind her head and, leaning forward, pulled her face to his. He kissed her. One long, slow kiss.
Shannon Hale