I burst out crying and Jackie sits on the couch, bringing me on her lap and wrapping her arms around me, "Your okay. Your fine," she whispers, "Nothing happened."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price
