My family has taught me how to fight for the right to create, how to make it the most important thing in your day and your life. They have shown me that there is no direct route and how to forge my own.
It’s the think, that they instilled in me, the idea that Christmas isn’t about toys or gifts – it never has been.
There are several reasons I love writing epilogues. Here are just a few.
If there was ever a truth I struggled with, it was this. Being busy doesn’t necessarily mean being productive.
I’ve definitely considered my options on more than one occasion, and there are a few places and times that call to me time and again--the Classical Greece, the Renaissance, and the Enlightenment Period.
I have been given a lot of advice. And while a great deal of it has been good (and, naturally, a great deal has been truly terrible as well,) nothing has yet come to claim the crown as these simple words from my grandfather.
What do I do when I’m not writing? The things that will inspire me. The things that make me happy.