When I Write A Story, It's Not

When Life Offers You A Dream So Far Beyond Any Of Your Expectations, It’s Not Reasonable To Grieve When It Comes To An End.

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.

There Was A Different Ending To New Moon Originally. It Was A Much Quieter Book. It Was Very Much All In Bellas Head.

This Love Was Tricky...was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Could Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?

I Felt Like I Was Trapped In One Of Those Terrifying Nightmares, The One Where You Have To Run, Run Till Your Lungs Burst, But You Can't Make Your Body Move Fast Enough... But This Was No Dream, And, Unlike The Nightmare, I Wasn't Running For My Life: I Was Racing To Save Something Infinitely More Precious. My Own Life Meant Little To Me Today.