I Consider Writing A Legitimate Zen Practice.

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make It So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Or Drop A Jar Of Applesauce.

First Thoughts Have Tremendous Energy. The Internal Censor Usually Squelches Them, So We Live In The Realm Of Second And Third Thoughts, Thoughts On Thought, Twice And Three Times Removed From The Direct Connection Of The First Fresh Flash.

When You Are Not Writing, You Are A Writer Too. It Doesn't Leave You.

Kill The Idea Of The Lone, Suffering Artist. Don't Make It Any Harder On Yourself.

We Never Graduate From First Grade. Over And Over, We Have To Go Back To The Beginning.