What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but what happens in New Orleans, goes home with you.
Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.
I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write.
I like conventions. I like meeting and greeting. I'm perched on that edge where I'm getting more attention than I quite know what to do with, though.
You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does.
It was just you had to be strong, and if you weren't strong you're a victim and you're not going to make it. That was the reality when I was growing up.
I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.
I want a kiss to be so believable it gives the reader shivers.
One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.
Perfection is an unattainable goal. It isn't going to be perfect. Just get words down on paper, and when you stumble to what you think is the end of the book, you will have hundreds of pages of words that came out of your head. It may not be perfect, but it looks like a book.
Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.
You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.
By 17, I was submitting to publications and collecting my first rejection slips.
Two things I do well in books are sex and violence, but I don't want gratuitous sex or violence. The sex and violence are only as graphic as need be. And never included unless it furthers the plot or character development.
If you're open to it, New Orleans will teach you about yourself, but if you want to hide from who you really are, the city will help you do that, too.
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