If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.
Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.
Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...
I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.
Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.
She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?" Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?" For once Auto Correct got it right.
I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.
You know you're officially an adult when you finally understand WHY Miss Hannigan was drinking bath water.
Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer? A: Explaining what that is.
If I were to be honest, I'm probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.
If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!
Occupation: Writer Occupational Hazard: Carpel tunnel Solution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows
The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.
I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.
When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!
Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.
No.' It's not a bad word. And it is very important to use at times. Practice saying it in the mirror. It's empowering.
