"I want to write a swashbuckler. A real fantasy swashbuckler, something on the order of Pirates of the Caribbean ...."
After all, they were the ones running nearly fourteen miles up and down hills in eighty-degree weather. All I had to do was wave an orange flag and eat cookies.
Come! Drink this milk! It has dissolved the moon.
"There's no UNDO button. There's no 'just kidding' switch. Edits are permanent. Your mind is forever changed."