"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
When my reality is too painful to stay in, I escape to the lives of characters in books. When even that can’t save me, I save myself and write my own stories - stories where I’m not always the one hurting and trying to hold onto people… stories where my character is the one people fight to keep and fight to love. Not the other way around.