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“I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Here is to all the brilliant minds that love deeply, for they write the stories that make us dream of true love. Here is to all the visionaries that create a miracle when others give up hope. Here is to all the artists, musicians, actors, singers, songwriters, dancers, screenwriters, philosophers, inventors and poetic hearts that create a perspective of heaven we can experience in this lifetime. But most of all, here is to the wild souls that the world calls broken, insane, abnormal, weird or different because they are the ones that renew our faith, by what they overcome and create, in a world that needs a sign that God doesn’t forget the least of us.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Every writer dreams about the day they can step into their fiction and wander its hallways.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Thank you so very much. We have just reached over 110,000 views on Twitter in the last 3 weeks. This would not have been possible without you. With sincere appreciation, Grace Willows
@gracewillows2018”
― Grace Willows

“Fiona ritorna a Cape Love dopo undici anni, scrittrice di successo e con una bambina di dieci anni a carico...

Quell’uomo era un coach, no?, quindi era normale che avesse un fisico coi fiocchi.
Con un sospiro Fiona continuò la perlustrazione. Lo sconosciuto aveva anche de bei capelli castano chiari che si arricciavano appena sul collo, abbronzato e forte.
Per un attimo, come in un déjas vu, ebbe la sensazione di aver accarezzato quei capelli, mentre quelle braccia forti la stringevano e quei fianchi stretti si muovevano contro di lei. Dentro di lei.
Naaa.
Solo un uomo, a CapeLove, l’aveva avuta, e quell’uomo � il fottutissimo bastardo di cui sopra - ora si trovava a Manhattan.
Vide l’allenatore chinarsi verso Rachel ed ascoltarla con attenzione. Poi, con un senso di ansia crescente, lo seguì mentre si girava con lentezza impossibile e seguiva il punto che Rachel gli indicava con la mano.
Quel punto era lei.
Di colpo si sentì proiettata in avanti, senza cintura di sicurezza, come se il mondo all’improvviso si fosse fermato.
Perché quello sconosciuto stava fissandola con due occhi blu che appartenevano ad un altro uomo? E perché aveva sul volto quellâ€� espressione sorpresa, immobile, come se il respiro non gli andasse né su né giù, esattamente come stava succedendo a lei?”
― Viviana Giorgi, Ritorno a Cape Love