Fate," Bizzy said, "adjusts quicker 'n a hungery dog can lick a dish.

In the whole history of the world there is but one thing that money cannot buy...to wit--the wag of a dog's tail.

With some stories, you really can't rush things. And it's often best just to sit back and enjoy the journey for what it is.

Thank you. That was the most fun I've had in a very long time." The horse felt the same way. His life thus far had been such a rocky journey, short on joy and long on sorrow. But as Darling led him toward the shiny Ever After High stables, he knew in his heart that his story had changed."I hope you don't mind if, on occasion, I ask you to use your camouflage skills." She giggled. "Just so we can have a fun adventure now and then." He nodded. She stopped walking and looked into his eyes. "And, because you're the horse of a princess, I think you should have the perfect knightly name. I shall hereby call you Sir Gallopad." She kissed both his cheeks, then bowed.He smiled and bowed in return.And his story began.

Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.

Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book -and does