Recently, my bff has been whispering ideas in my ear. Well, the equivalent of that anyway. I want to smack him because as most of you know I don’t need any more ideas. Yet, the worse part is the idea he suggests is intriguing to me.
I think there are some people in my life I care about more than they care about me.
You can write the best book you’ve ever written with the greatest characters you’ve ever imagined that receives all kinds of sales and compliments and fans and there will still be someone out there who thinks you suck.
Car alarms going off at 2AM make me want to murder someone.
It’s fun to be writing angst again. Yep, I said it.
Mean people suck.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.