You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore. ~William Faulkner
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I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun. ~Suzanne Collins
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What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst. ~Stieg Larsson
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One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful. ~Sigmund Freud
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you. ~Joseph Heller
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I can’t blame this week’s count on the boss.
The words just weren’t coming. Muse and I were fumbling around in the dark still unable to see what’s ahead.
FYI, that’s Muse’s expression. I managed to be a bit cooler about it all.
I do know how the story will end, of course, along with a handful of future scenes, and I could skip ahead and write those, but it feels like cheating somehow…
The only way through writer’s block is down the middle. I just happen to be chipping away at mine with a butter knife. It’s going to take forEVER.
One day I’m going to live dangerously and buy two boxes of Raisin Nut Bran. . .
. . . pick out all of the raisin nuts from one box . . .
Not as much work as one would think.
. . . and add it to the other. Hmm, maybe I need to get three boxes of Raisin Nut Bran . . .
Then, WATCH OUT, WORLD!, as I enjoy my awesomely, raisin-nut-full bowl of cereal.