I sit across from him, smiling, and bring the plate in my lap. I start thinking about when we were younger and I used to work at that strip club, the lights and the money...I was rich. He would come almost every night for a private dance. I glance up at him and start eating, sitting cross-legged.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
