I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn’t expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.
I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra.
Was using “dead-man’s-toe” morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?
She’s not your type. Since when do I have a type?
I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.
Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.
Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can’t be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about.
You can trust me to keep my word. I always keep my word, promises or threats.
There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.
I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don’t even know what I’m going to wear yet. – Rachel Morgan.
Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges.
If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.
I want one thing I can point to and say, ‘that is good, and it’s a part of me.’
For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.
Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.
Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.
People ask me what I do in my spare time, and I look at them blankly, truly believing that I don’t even have spare time, and if I did, I’d probably use it for something mundane, like chipping away at the mound of laundry rising to dangerous proportions in the back room.
I’ve found that when I’m having trouble solidifying a character or a scene, that music will often free my subconscious just that last little bit to allow me to move forward, and often it’s in a direction that I didn’t expect, but is 100 percent true to the character.
I never considered I might make a career out of writing as I was going to school, so when I did turn my attentions that way, I was very ill prepared, having only what I read as a guide, and no formal training whatsoever. I credit that very ignorance with a great deal of my success.
Don’t fall into the trap of having to have everything perfect to write or wait until the mood strikes you. If you want it as a job, treat it like a job, and just as you don’t go to work only when you feel like it, you have to condition yourself to sit and write even when the ideas don’t flow.