Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.
By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman
Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.
Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.
It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.