I am not Nadia or Bradley.
If I leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here and it's okay.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
I'm an exile from a far away land but I will return to my home and reclaim what is mine.
When you feel you lost the right path start from the beginning and try a different course.
Look into my eyes... It's where my demons hide... Don't get too close, it's dark inside...
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while you're awake. As an editor you ask yourself how to change a story while leaving it the same.