Then Marry Me. For I Love You,

And If My Choice Is To Sit Graciously In My Best Robes And Accept The Inevitable Or To Bail A Sea With A Bucket, Give Me The Bucket.

The Story Is Always Better Than Your Ability To Write It.

What We Can Do, We Must Do: We Must Use What We Are Given, And We Must Use It The Best We Can, However Much Or Little Help We Have For The Task. What You Have Been Given Is A Hard Thing--a Very Hard Thing... But My Darling, What If There Were No One Who Could Do The Difficult Things?

But The Uproar This Caused Was Nothing Compared With The Uproar When Katronia Noticed [rosie] Had Also Cut Her Eyelashes. Various Negotiations (including, Finally, Such Desperate Measures As "supposing You Ever Want To Eat Again") Eventually Produced The Grudging Promise That, In Return For Katronia Keeping Her Hair Cut Short, She Would Leave Her Eyelashes Alone.

For Anyone Who Is: Just Keep Writing. Keep Reading. If You Are Meant To Be A Writer, A Storyteller, It'll Work Itself Out. You Just Keep Feeding It Your Energy, And Giving It That Crucial Chance To Work Itself Out. By Reading And Writing.