Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

Some Romantic You Are," Caine Complained As He Pushed The Door Open With His Back."whatever Happened To Women Who Liked To Be Swept Off Their Feet?" "they Got Dropped," Diana Said Flatly.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

Knowledge Is A Great Gift, And The Thirst To Seek It Even Greater. Use What You Know...head And Heart...you Are Not Made To Give Greater Weight To One Than The Other.

I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

Every Writer Has To Figure Out What Works Best - And Often Has To Select And Discard Different Tools Before They Find The One That Fits.