I'm Not Stubborn; I'm Right!

I Love To Tell Stories. It's A Delight For Me.

Why, The Little Voice Inside My Head, Of Course. You Mean You Don't Have One? I Did.

Stop Trying To Write Sentences And Start Trying To Write Stories.

What Was Fang Going To Do Blog About Max Throwing Herself Into Space So She Wouldn't Have To Kiss Him Again? No Instead He Smashed His Fist Against The Cave Wall Then Grimaced At The Pain And Stupidity Seeing His Bloodied Knuckles

Keep This In Mind: There Are No Coincidences.