How We Handle Our Fears

When I Was Growing Up, I Dreamed About Becoming A Cowgirl, A Detective, A Spy, A Great Actress, Or A Ballerina. Not A Dentist, Like My Father, Or A Homemaker, Like My Mother - And Certainly Not A Writer, Although I Always Loved To Read.

I Love To Talk With Children. I Try To Visit Schools But It's Hard For Me To Travel When I'm Trying To Write. Some Authors Are Able To Do Both.

I Made Promises To You That I'm Not Sure I Can Keep. None Of It Has Anything To Do With You. It's Just That I Don't Know What To Do Now. You Must Be Thinking What A Rotten Person I Am. Well, Believe Me, I'm Thinking The Same Thing. I Don't Know How This Happened Or Why. Maybe I Can Get Over It. Do You Think You Can Wait - Because I Don't Want You To Stop Loving Me. I Keep Remembering Us And How It Was. I Don't Want To Hurt You ... Not Ever.

The Only Thing That Works With Writing Is That You Care So Passionately About It Yourself, That You Make Someone Else Care Passionately About It.

I Like One Hair, Tuna Fish, The Smell Of Rain And Things That Are Pink. I Hate Pimples, Baked Potatoes, When My Mother's Mad, And Religious Holidays.