You're Excuses Are So Lame They're Limping.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

Who's With Her?" Roarke Asked, Though He Already Knew. It Was Just Like Her. "with Her? Oh, Ah, Hmmm. Webster." Silence Fell, A Clatter Of Broken Bricks. Peabody Folded Her Hands In Her Pockets And Prepared For The Explosion To Follow. "i See." When Roarke Simply Turned Back To The Screen And Continued, She Didn't Know Whether To Be Relieved Or Scared To Death.

People Tell Their Children There Are No Monsters In The World. They Tell Them That Because They Believe It, Or They Want The Child To Feel Safe. But There Are Monsters, Luke, All The More Frightening Because They Look Like People.

Then I Saw It, And It Just Grabbed Me. That Moment, That Breath Just Before Destiny, Between Innocence And Power. He'll Pull The Sword Free. You Know It. And In That Moment, The World Changes. Camelot's Born, Arthur's Fate Is Sealed. He'll Unite A People, Be Betrayed By A Woman And A Friend, And Sire The Man Who'll Kill Him. In This Moment, He's A Boy. In The Next He'll Be A King.

Tell Him I Took The Cat