The bottom line is, what defines you isn’t how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it’s one more. you’re all good.
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.
If you could just be nice, then you wouldn’t have to worry about arguments at all. but being nice wasn’t as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.
Silence is so freaking loud.
The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.
I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.
But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.
I feel like Twitter was tailor-made for me, because I can do short spurts all day long. I loved my blog, but doing daily, then thrice weekly entries was really time consuming. 140 characters is perfect.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear.
My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won’t let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.
It was amazing how you could get so far from where you’d planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.
The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.
Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.
It’s okay to accept things from people. It doesn’t make you weak or helpless.
Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It’s a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
If you didn’t love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.
I have SO many books I didn’t sell. Some my agent rejected outright, others made it all the way to my editor to be turned away. Not everything is a winner, which is tough when you’ve devoted eight or nine months of your life to something.
I mean, it’s not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It’s, like, part of you for good.
Editing is hard but nowhere NEAR as tough as facing that blank page and blinking cursor each day. You’re all alone and no one else can do it. At least with editing you have someone in the trench with you.