I Do Have Trouble With Titles.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

It Is Easy To Forget That In The Main We Die Only Seven Times More Slowly Than Our Dogs.

Because Most Writers Have Totally Unrealistic Concepts Of How Publishing Works.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.

So When I Made Some Money, I Didn't Have Any Idea How One Handled Such A Situation Because No One In Our Family Ever Had Any Money.