There had been times she had almost given up. All the lying, the sneaking around. But today she…
There is nothing more daunting than a piece of blank paper staring at you.
The only way to be a writer, is to write.
Life is too short to waste a second on something that is not meaningful. That is why we write, don’t we? Because we have something to say. And as we almost burst with things to say…
It was dark. But it had been dark for her for a long time. The streets were lit up for Christmas, the air was thick with…