I'm Very Open In Terms Of Sharing

I Always Find Something In Common With My Protagonist, Particularly When I Write In The First Person.

Things Are What They Are And There's No Point Dwelling In The Past Or Wondering What Could Have Been.

I Try To Write About Real Women, Real People - In Other Words Flawed Characters.

Despite The Fact That I Have No Regrets About How Things Turned Out In My Life, I Still Can't Help Wanting To Understand My Intense Relationship With Leo, As Well As That Turbulent Time Between Adolescence And Adulthood When Everything Feels Raw And Invigorating And Scary-and Why Those Feelings Are All Coming Back To Me Now.

I Have One Final Hope, If I Get Double Sixes, Maybe He Will Change His Mind, Come Back To Me. As If To Cast A Magic Spell, I Blow On The Dice Just As Dex Did...just As It Happened With Our First Roll, One Die Lands Before Its Mate. On A Six! I Hold My Breath. For A Brief Second, I See A Mess Of Dots, And Think I Have Boxcars Again. I Kneel, Staring At The Second Die. It Is Onle A Five. I Have Rolled An Eleven, It Is As If Someone Is Mocking Me, Saying, Close, But No Dice.