I Was Pretty Far Gone,

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

I Love You. I'm Madly In Love With You. Well, Madly Obviously, Given I'm Mad As A Mudlark. But You Saved My Life. I'd Be Dead Without You. And You're So Good To Me. And You Love Me Too. How Lucky Is That? Amazing! Amazingly Lucky. I Can't Live Without You. You're My Lucky Charm." She Felt A Sudden Desire To Kill Justin's Well-meaning Friend.

And After Awhile Of This My Brain And My Body And Every Single Inch Of Me That Was Alive Was Flooded With The Feeling That I Was Starving, Starving For Edmond. And What A Coincidence, That Was The Feeling I Loved Best In The World.

Your Writing Voice Is The Deepest Possible Reflection Of Who You Are. The Job Of Your Voice Is Not To Seduce Or Flatter Or Make Well-shaped Sentences. In Your Voice, Your Readers Should Be Able To Hear The Contents Of Your Mind, Your Heart, Your Soul.

The Things That Break Your Heart When You Think There`s Nothing Left To Break