Always Having To Have The Last Word

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.

I've Lost Track Of The Number Of People Who Want To Be Writers But Never Actually Write Anything. Talking About Writing, Dreaming About Writing, Can Be Very Fun, But It Won't Get A Book Written. You've Got To Write

If You're Open To It, New Orleans Will Teach You About Yourself, But If You Want To Hide From Who You Really Are, The City Will Help You Do That, Too.

Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of Them.

I Started Off Like Everyone Else Does, Slogging But Having A Compulsion To Put Words On Paper. I Didn't Write Or Read Horror Or Fantasy, Other Than Children's Fantasy, Until I Was In My Teens