How To Be The Best That You

Dear Mia, What Can I Say? I Don't Know All That Much About Romance Novels, But I Think You Must Be The Stephen King Of The Genre. Your Book Is Hot. Thanks For Letting Me Read It. Anyone Who Doesn't Want To Publish It Is A Fool. Anyway, Since I Know It's Your Birthday, And I Also Know You Never Remember To Back Anything Up, Here's A Little Something I Made For You. It Would Be A Shame If Ransom My Heart Got Lost Before It Ever Saw The Light Of Day Because Your Hard Drive Crashed. See You Tonight. Love, Michael

Save Your Rejections So That Later When You Are Famous You Can Show Them To People And Laugh.

Why Does Anyone Commit Murder?' He Asked In A Low Voice. 'i-'i Blinked.'how Should I Know?' 'three Reasons,' Christopher Said. He Held Up One Finger. 'love.' Another Finger. 'revenge.' And Finally, A Third Finger. 'profit...

Was It Frisson When You Saw A Guy Smile And It Made Your Heart Act All Weird?

I Stood On Susan Boone's Front Porch, Feeling Lame. But Then, Since I've Pretty Much Felt Lame My Entire Life, This Was No Big Surprise. On The Other Hand, Usually I Felt Lame For No Particular Reason. This Time I Really Had A Reason To Feel Lame.