I'm dense when it comes to discouragement.

I've read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.

No one uses a ribbon typewriter any more, but your final draft is not the time to try to wring a few more sheets out of your inkjet cartridge.

Ideas aren't magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.

Ideas aren't magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.

I think my prose reads as if English were my second language. By the time I get to the end of a paragraph, I'm dodging bullets and gasping for breath.