To fight discouragement, remind yourself of the basics: I can write.I have the opportunity to do so. I love what I write. Now smile and be thankful.
If you ever expect to write fairytales, you've got to get your head in the clouds.
Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.
A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.
Stop tormenting Derian.Me? Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.Yes, you. And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him? Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the un...
My love for you reaches beyond the borders of continents, so vast in scope that I would cross oceans to be with you.Yes, but does that same love penetrate so deep as to dare thee to sink to the oceans...
No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with...
Twitter is a serious writing distraction. As are grapefruits. The two have nothing else in common.
Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.
My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.
As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.
There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.
A writer writesregardless...even though...notwithstanding...despite...at any rate...anyhow...nevertheless...in the face of...undeterred by...heedless of...and because.The true writer simply continues...
When we all pass from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have is his own story to tell.
For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.
People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.
I bleed words.I dream in narrative. I live in infinite worlds.I befriend figmental characters.I wish on stars in other galaxies.I harvest stories from a brooding muse.I bloom under moonlight in hushed...