My Stories Are Character Driven.

There Is A Price For Popularity. Critics Look For Your Weaknesses, Your Flaws, Anything That Makes The Work Seem Like A Fluke And Not Seem Worthy Of All The Attention It's Getting.

I Been Saying It For Years: Church Is Full Of Sneaky Men Posing As Honest Souls, And They Are Perpetuators Our Here Looking For Women Just Like You, With Giant Holes In Your Hearts, And They Can Smell When You Got A Good Job And When You Lonely As Hell.

Too Many Of Us Are Hung Up On What We Don't Have, Can't Have, Or Won't Ever Have. We Spend Too Much Energy Being Down, When We Could Use That Same Energy – If Not Less Of It – Doing, Or At Least Trying To Do, Some Of The Things We Really Want To Do.

I've Got Tons Of Irreplaceable Information Inside The Soul Of This Computer.

I Don't Let Negative Criticism, For The Most Part, Bother Me.