When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing “tea party.” At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, ‘This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!

Life baffles me most days. Maybe that’s why I write. To try and make sense of it all.

If I were to be honest, I’m probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.

A writer writes. There are no exceptions to this reality. No excuses. Stop wasting time talking about your stories and get them on paper.

I want everyday magic.

I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I’m living for the next exclamation.

It’s hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I’m tired.

I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.