He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.
This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.
A lie, when believed, became the truth.
I think people need hope when times are tough. I think they also need escape and adventure and fantasy. Books are like cheap mini vacations.
Confession: I don't want to be one of my characters. I'm mean to them sometimes. Really mean.
I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I'd also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.
I wish life was a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.
I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living.
The web is a dangerous place for a mind begging to slack off and be distracted by nonsense.
Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it.
People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.
My cat mocks me frequently. It's the universe's way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.
Chocolate is medicinal. I just did another study that confirms it.