Christy Hall

The defining lines of reality have always been a bit blurred for me.

A writer writes. There are no exceptions to this reality. No excuses. Stop wasting time talking about your stories and get them on paper.

Don't be afraid of what you're creating.

I do not recommend writing a screenplay in two weeks.

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.

Occupation: WriterOccupational Hazard: Carpel tunnelSolution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!

Every day in New York City is a test. Work hard and pass this test, you get a chocolate cookie. From a strange man on the subway. A man without pants.

If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

I want everyday magic.

When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.

Wear yourself proudly.

Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage.

That moment when a knot forms in your throat, but you choose to throw your head back and laugh instead.

I close my eyes and think of what might be possible. And, in my mind, I see fireworks over the Hudson.