Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you’re not pregnant, on account of you’re not gettin any.
Since I write in first person and have no idea what goes on in men’s heads.
Are you telling me your brain and your lady parts decided on a love fest bake-off winner?
I’m for sure a workaholic. I’m a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.
I don’t know if it’s a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she’s got a pimple.
Cracker Jacks don’t count as junk food because they’re corn and peanuts, which we know to be high in nutrition. And they have a prize inside.
By about the sixth romance I knew I wasn’t in exactly the right place. I liked writing action. And I wanted to write a book with a little more edge than I was allowed in romance.
I disconnected and made a mental note not to call Tank unless I was bleeding profusely, and he was the only other person on earth.
I buy wine according to the bottle design. After I get down the first glass it all tastes okay to me so I figure you go for something classy to look at on the table.
I don’t think his elevator went all the way to the top anymore, if you know what I mean.
Make sure your main characters are likeable. They can be flawed, but your readers need to be able to root for them.
I’d hate to list our specialties. Wreck cars, eat doughnuts, create mayhem.
When you get ready to write your novel, outline it first. There’s nothing worse than getting halfway through and realizing you’ve painted yourself in a plot corner.
When I was painting, I was painting stories I was telling myself. When I look back at it, moving to writing was a very natural progression for me.
As long as he has a house with two bathrooms. I swear to God, I don’t care if he’s Jack the Ripper.
Turns out, that’s how it is with weddings. You just keep getting in deeper and deeper until you want to throw up.
God’s a busy guy. He don’t have time to micromanage. What are the chances he heard that? It’s early in the morning. He’s probably having breakfast with Mrs. God.
I think money isn’t any good sitting around, so I spend some time in the shoe department at Saks.
And the closest I’ve come to an out-of-body experience was when Joe Morelli took his mouth to me fourteen years ago, behind the eclair case.
One Ranger is all you’ll ever need. – Ranger.