Home > Work > UnWritten
1 " I've told you that I like a well-read woman. Well-read woman tend to know more about a wide range of topics. And you can never be bored with a woman who reads "
― Chelsea M. Cameron , UnWritten
2 " Whoa, slow the panic train. Take that thing back to the station. "
3 " What’s he doing?” Raine asked. “He’s not talking to me.” “Grab him by the nuts and twist.” I glared at her over my laptop. To us, our characters were real, living, breathing people that sometimes didn’t cooperate. There was a famous quote that being a write was an acceptable form of schizophrenia. It was absolutely true. The voices never stopped, except when they were being jerks. "
4 " True. We both could. One of these days our search history is going to tip off the NSA and then we’re going to be in trouble.” It was a valid worry for a writer. "
5 " Why is so impossible to describe a book in a few words?” “That is one of the mysteries of writing. Legend has it that the secret to blurb writing was buried alongside Jesus, but pirates stole it after his resurrection. "
6 " He had an accent. A British one. There was something about a British accent that had always made me quiver deep down inside and touched me in places a regular New England accent just couldn’t reach. "
7 " I’d often mused that writers and doctors were similar people. We all had God complexes and liked control. The only thing that separated us was a lot of schooling and science classes. And the fact that the people whose lives I messed with weren’t real. "
8 " I’d spent most of the time Googling things “for research purposes”. Spoiler alert: When you’re a writer, ANYTHING can be called “research. "
9 " Be careful, you’ll ruin your dinner,” I said. “I’m a fucking adult. Ruining my dinner is one of the few pleasures in life,” she said as she stuffed the cookies in her mouth. “True story. Give me some of those. "
10 " We clean up nice, don’t we?” she said as we applied our makeup in the long bathroom mirror. “Yeah, we’re the hottest romance novelists I know,” I said, pouting my lips at her. “Suck it, Nora Roberts,” Raine said, adjusting her bra. "