If your woman tells you her brake light is out MONDAY morning and you do nothing ALL WEEK; then on Friday she gets a ticket. Sunday, one of her church brother notices and tells her follow me to Auto Zone and he fixes it in 3 minutes. Don’t be mad at yo woman, be mad at yourself. Never give somebody else the chance to play hero to YOUR PERSON!
Once a book is out in the world, the author pretends to let go. Stories, after all, are for the people who need to hear them. We have to let go of a story, give up the reins, when we ask it to be read. We pretend it's like making any other product, bread for the hungry or coats for the cold. But what no author admits is that it's not like that at all. Stories are not made of flour or wool. Stories, real stories, are made with a sliver of yourself.
The purpose for stories is what readers will make of them. But the reason, the desperate need, is a splinter in the author alone. A good story gets under your skin, because that's where all good stories start.