Laying A Hand On His

A Writer Never Finds The Time To Write. A Writer Makes It. If You Don't Have The Drive, The Discipline, And The Desire, Then You Can Have All The Talent In The World, And You Aren't Going To Finish A Book.

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

You Said We've Got A New Page. I Figure I've Got Some Say In What Gets Written On It. So I'm Going To Work On You. Last Time Around, You Threw Yourself At Me.” “i Did No Such Thing.” “sure You Did. But I Can See I've Got My Work Cut Out For Me This Time. That's Okay.” He Skimmed His Thumb Over Her Knuckles Before She Jerked Her Hand Free. “in Fact, I Think I'm Going To Enjoy It.” “i Don't Know Why I Waste My Time Trying To Mend Fences With You. You're As Arrogant As You Ever Were.” “just The Way You Like Me, Sweetheart.

Eve Talking To Someone On Her Computer And Having Trouble With The Language Translator....."i Have Two Like Crimes. Your Data And Your Input On Leclerk Would Be Very Helpful"marie Pursed Her Lips And Humor Danced In Her Eyes."it Says You Would Like To Have Sex With Me. I Don't Think That Is Correct""oh, For Christ Sake" Eve Slammed A Fist Against The Machine.

I Don't Base Any Character On A Real Person, And Really Don't Do Composites Either. I Make Them Up.