Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Susan Elizabeth Phillipsis a romance novelist from the United States...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 December 1948
CountryUnited States of America
writing fool hard
Writing is hard for everybody except fools.
writing mail illusion
E-mail creates the illusion that you're writing. You're not.
kids giving able
Figure out what depletes you creatively and get it out out of your life. (This doesn't apply to spouse and kids.) Give yourself permission to put garbage on the screen. A lot of days it's the only way you'll be able to keep going. You can clean it up later.
ships tides success-of-others
Celebrate the success of others. High tide floats all ships.
heart generosity trying
Try to live with a generous heart. Doing anything else is too hard.
creativity hands going-away
Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.
villain heroines
A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.
writing people over-it
Everybody won’t like everything you write. Some people won’t like anything you write. Get over it.
snakes long dirt
When you've been around a snake long enough, you learn how to crawl in the dirt.
insecure night blue
Honey lamb, there are a lot of things in this world I feel insecure about. Religion. Our national economic policies. What color socks to wear with a blue suit. But I've got to tell you that my performance in that hotel room last night isn't one of them.
giving half bows
You were the best birthday present I ever got." "Thank you." "I wanted to give you something back, but I've got to warn you that it's not half as good as my present. Even so, you have to keep it." "All right." He draped the pink bow around his neck and grinned. "Happy birthday, Rosebud.
laughter mad naked
We just lost our electricity. You want to tell me what’s so funny about that?” “It’s not exactly funny. It’s more of a good news/bad news situation.” “In that case, hit me with the good news first.” “They’re both sort of rolled up into one.” “Stop stalling.” “All right. Now don’t get mad, but . . .” Smothered laughter drifted toward him. “Cal . . . I’m naked.
moving should-have roots
He should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. Of course she wouldn't want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he'd become part of it?
forever guilt done
He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.