Christy Hall

Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

When a solid first draft of an original tale is complete...you feel as if you could do anything.

I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water.

Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.

I'm not gonna lie...sometimes this whole writing thing is a lonely business.

I have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can't be normal.

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.

Give all that you can. No more. No less. Every. Single. Day.

I write because that is what I am supposed to do.

It's hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I'm tired.

Nothing is louder than silence.

I know it's difficult in the beginning. But, listen. If you have the impulse to write, do yourself a favor, do the world a favor, and write.

That moment you realize you are doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and the wrong thing for the right reasons.

What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want.

Most days, writing simply requires work-ethic, discipline, clarity, focus, time. Other days...it will demand absolutely everything of you.

Life baffles me most days. Maybe that's why I write. To try and make sense of it all.

As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.