If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write - Stephen King, On Writing, p. 147


A little deceit goes a long way. A moment on the lips and a lifetime changed. What harm can possibly come from a tiny lie? Why resist the urge to indulge a rampant desire? Words whispered in passion, that murmured oath that says all is well. After all, it can never happen to you. It was only the once after all. We’re all allowed to be selfish occasionally, right? Then why does your lover look at you with disappointment even as you cradle the child your deceit created?