Everyone Is Doing Forensics.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

I'm Always Surprised When Large Numbers Of People Buy My Books.

But When I Was A Little Kid, I Was Always Writing Stories And Illustrating Little Books That I Would Create.

In My Forties, My Optimism Was Boundless. I Had Really Good Health And Tremendous Success Which Allowed Me To Do Anything I Wanted.