I Hope That In This Year To

This Is How You Do It: You Sit Down At The Keyboard And You Put One Word After Another Until Its Done. It's That Easy, And That Hard.

Death Is The Second Oldest Of The Endless. It's Hard Not To Love Her. She Loves You, After All.

Write. Finish Things. Get Them Published. Write Something Else While You're Waiting For Someone To Publish The First Thing.

Never Trust The Storyteller. Only Trust The Story.

Every Hour Wounds. The Last One Kills.