The World Was A World Of Dreaming

Writing Is A Job: You Must Show Up.

Before She Became The Girl From Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, The First And Last And Only, Who Lived A Thousand Years-she Was Just A Little Girl In Iowa, Named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

You Learn To Write By Reading, And My Experiences And Tastes As A Reader Are Pretty Wide.

If You Write A Good Action Sequence Well In A Novel, You're Already Writing It For Film, Because The Only Way To Do It Well Is To Use Some Of The Same Tricks. They're Rhetorical, Not Visual, But It's The Same Move.

In Her Mind's Eye She Saw It, Saw It All At Last: The Rolling Armies And The Flames Of Battle; The Graves And Pits And Dying Cries Of A Hundred Million Souls; The Spreading Darkness, Like A Black Wing Stretching Over The Earth; The Last, Bitter Hours Of Cruelty And Sorrow, And The Terrible, Final Flights; Death's Great Dominion Over All, And, At The Last, Empty Cities, Becalmed By The Silence Of A Hundred Years. Already These Things Were Coming To Pass.