richelle-goodrich

Evil might not prevail in the end, but it certainly doesn't fail to devastate in its time.

When I count my blessings, I find you in every one.

If we were always given a choice as to every path presented us in life, a multitude of roads leading to priceless treasures would forever go untraveled.Be grateful for your adversities. From toil and triumph evolves a life worth li

You will realize one day that all the money in the world cannot buy you happiness. Nor can it make you a person of good character._

To most, being locked away in solitary with nothing but pen and paper would prove a hard punishment. What a strange creature who views this as heaven.

Socially interacting with a storyteller can be a frustrating challenge because a portion of her awareness is constantly sorting through the details of a developing book. And while you may successfully engage in a meaningful conversation with her, an additional part of her mind is frantically sifting through descriptive lines to be used if ever she were to write this exchange down. The trouble with writers is that they are ALWAYS writing!

Write the ending first and then you'll know before the opening sentence that it's going to be a good book.

Write at a pace that doesn't surpass your creative flow. Don't be hasty; don't be sloppy. Don't forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and you'll find that it is harder to make bad writing good than to make good writing better.

A writer writes knowing that nothing else will elicit the same kind of satisfaction and personal triumph as molding the written word into a reader's great experience.

It's a phenomenal experience jumping from the devious mind of a sorceress bent on conquering the world to the compassionate musing of a queen capable of healing life with a touch__ll in a flicker of thought. That's why I love writing.

For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.

Every exceptional writer holds a Master of Arts in Daydreaming.

By small and simple sentences, great books come to pass.

Life isn't all grand, but it isn't all miserable either. _There's both sweet and sour in every day. _So why focus on the ugly when you can gaze at what's beautiful? _Concentrate on the good.

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

Evil exists in this world because it has its place. For had you never sat blindly through the darkness of night, your eyes wouldn't turn toward the sunrise to appreciate its warmth and illumination.

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of