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I Struggled To Learn Basic Skills, Get A Grip On Markets, Find My Own Unique Voice, Create Story Lines And Come Up To Speed With The Industry. I Struggled For Ten Years Before Having Any Success.

Gotta Protect The Little Dudes. I Tried An Ak-47, But It Wouldn't Fit Under My Seat. I Like The Uzi Better, Anyway. It Looks Better With The Dress. The Ak Seems Too Casual To Me

Ranger Clicked His Penlight On. "hang Onto Me If You Can't See." I Curled My Hand Into The Back Of His Cargo Pants Just Above His Gun Belt. "i'm Good To Go." He Was Still For A Beat. "you Could Have Held On To My Jacket," He Said. "would You Rather I Do That?" "no. Not Even A Little.

The Way I See It, Life Is A Jelly Doughnut. You Don't Really Know What It's About Until You Bite Into It. And Then, Just When You Decided It's Good, You Drop A Big Glob Of Jelly On Your Best T-shirt.

Somewhere Along The Line, I Realized That I Liked Telling Stories, And I Decided That I Would Try Writing. Ten Years Later, I Finally Got A Book Published. It Was Hard. I Had No Skills. I Knew Nothing About The Business Of Getting Published. So I Had To Keep Working At It.