How to sell your words

Most of the social media is empty of nuances but full of rage.

Just wrote a story. I was laughing out loud when I was writing it. I still do.

My twin granddaughters, 5 months old now (but adjusted to 3 since they were born prematurely), is the most attentive audience I have ever had.  They are staring at me with starry-eyed admiration and even forget to blink I have already exhausted my considerable arsenal of Russian poetry I know by heart, the English-language stories…

Nothing lasts longer then a good last line of a novel.

Someone called me “bright.” I replied that my brightness is an optical illusion.

Don’t freak over a word. Freak over two words in the row. About their choice and interconnection.