I used to think I was crazy, but it turned out that I'm a writer.
I'm on fire when I write my first draft, but as cold as ice when I revise. Creativity vs. analysis, my friends.
I have a pink lozenge I cut out of a post-it stuck to my "delete" key so I'll hit it and not the"insert" key.
I like red lights. They give me a moment to write down whatever golden words are seething in my brain.
Men's bodies look more naked when they have hair on them, which, I think, is the reason why cover models are lasered, razored, and waxed. (If I ever met one, I'd ask him if his mother knows what he's doing for a living.)