I have something to say to the men who know, have known, or will ever know this woman. Lord KNOWS I got this.

Sex with a writer should be on any and everyone’s bucket list. Like a box of chocolates, you’d have no clue which of our multiple personalities you’d encounter. Odds are, you’d find that perfect lover. So perfect this inamorata and/or inamorato that your psyche would forever be consumed with hopes that you’d, again, experience, even for a brief moment, the all-encompassing magmatism of that carnal deity within.

When I look into your eyes, I'm curious to know what you see?

Your love and your love of literature, like song, should flow seamlessly in an unbroken rhythm.

A writers life is, in a nutshell, arduous. The journey, however, wholly fulfilling. Take time to celebrate life. To embrace love. To relish those small victories for they are indeed rare for a storyteller. To wholeheartedly pursue your happiness unapologetically. In the end, both you and your literature, in an unbroken rhythm, will be seamlessly integrated.

A true writer recognizes the insanity in themselves.

There is a very distinct moment in a man's life. Where an indescribable euphoria takes hold firmer than that new band on your finger. It happens but once in a lifetime. If you're lucky. So gentlemen, who among you know that feeling?