With so much confusion about the truth, I define some of my own.
It only takes one little thing to ruin her day.
There will be obstacles in your path.
It's OK to start small.
Maybe we just blame it on the music?
A side effect of writing - I'm an emotional wreck.
I've always expected more of myself.
My characters are communicating behind my back...
It was bound to happen - why can't I let it go?
So many things are not as binary as we think they are.