If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.

If I can get it down on paper without puking all over the word processor, then as far as I'm concerned, it's fit to see the light of day.

What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people's heads is none of their smucking business.