You Make The Decision: Whom Did God

I Didn't Become A Good Writer Until I Learned How To Rewrite. And I Don't Just Mean Fixing Spelling And Adding A Comma. I Rewrite Each Of My Books Five Or Six Times, And Each Time I Change Huge Portions Of The Story.

Each Beat Told Him He Was Still Alive, At Least For One More Second.

It's – I Write The Books And Let The Market Find Who Reads It. I Guess A Young Adult Is Anywhere From Ten To Fifteen.

But I'm Taking Small Steps 'cause I Don't Know Where I'm Going I'm Taking Small Steps And I Don't Know What To Say. Small Steps, Trying To Pull Myself Together And Maybe I'll Discover A Clue Along The Way!

But Don't Forget Who You Really Are. And I'm Not Talking About Your So-called Real Name. All Names Are Made Up By Someone Else, Even The One Your Parents Gave You. You Know Who You Really Are. When You're Alone At Night, Looking Up At The Stars, Or Maybe Lying In Your Bed In Total Darkness, You Know That Nameless Person Inside You...your Muscles Will Toughen. So Will Your Heart And Soul. That's Necessary For Survival. But Don't Lose Touch With That Person Deep Inside You, Or Else You Won't Really Have Survived At All.