I’ve taken every writing class I’ve had available. I took classes in high school, and I took English and writing classes in community college, but I dropped out of college. I also attended a local writing workshop two years ago.
I don’t really like fairies.
I don’t want to be famous per se, but I want to write books for as long as I can. And I plan on writing a lot.
I priced my books at what I would want to spend on an electronic book.
Some books and authors are best sellers, but most aren’t. It may be easier to self-publish than it is to traditionally publish, but in all honesty, it’s harder to be a best seller self-publishing than it is with a house.
No! If you die, I die! You asked me to spend forever with you, and I’m going to!
And I’m stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can’t stop, and you don’t even care!
Oh yeah. That’s why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.
I think I draw most inspiration from writers like Richelle Mead and filmmakers like John Hughes. They both really understand the experience of being a teenager and how insistent and intense everything feels, but they’re also smart, savvy, and fun.
People have bad things to say about publishers, but I think they still have services, and I want to see what they are. And if they end up not being any good, I don’t have to keep using them.
Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there’d be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I’d sit home and write instead.
My mama didn’t raise any fools and she didn’t raise any heroes.
Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don’t know the meaning of life.
Fine. Whatever. I don’t. Nobody understands your pain, Mae. Because it is so unique! Nobody’s ever loved something so much they would do anything to save it, except for you, Mae. You cornered that market!
My only experience with dances was what I had seen on TV, but it really wasn’t that far off. The theme appeared to be “Crepe Paper in the Gymnasium,” and they had mastered it perfectly.
While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.
Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly.
It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
I’m not all you need, and I don’t even want to be. I just want to love you, for the rest of my life, and as long as you let me do that, we’ll be okay.