I write things down because my thoughts get too heavy in my head and it hurts my neck.

What happens in my next chapter depends on whether I wake up feeling creative or murderous.

Beware the storyteller with a huge grievance and an artistic license.

They always tell you to do what you love. But they forget to add that writing doesn't pay by the hour.

Writers don't forget the past; they turn it into raw material.

My hand grips a pen and instantly convulses like it's touched the bars of death.