“ I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind. ”
Choice or no, my heart is his.
~ Beth Revis
Elder mocked me for praying once, and i spent an hour berating him for that. He ended up throwing up his hands, laughing, and telling me i could believe whatever i wanted if i was going to hold onto my beliefs so hard.
I wrote a book. It sucked. I wrote nine more books. They sucked, too. Meanwhile, I read every single thing I could find on publishing and writing, went to conferences, joined professional organizations, hooked up with fellow writers in critique groups, and didn’t give up. Then I wrote one more book.
...that was before I'd started thinking about how life stuck on a ship wouldn't be so bad if Elder walked around pantless more.
