I'm So Horny The Crack Of Dawn

Women Had Been On The Verge Of Taking Over The World-the Western World, Anyway. Then Some Sexist Pig In Silicon Valley Invented The Cell Phone And Women Took A Sidetrack On Which All Four Billion Of Them Would Soon Be Happily Talking To Each Other Twenty-four Hours A Day, Getting Nothing Else Done, And Men Would Be Back.

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.

Well, I Am Becoming Doddering And Old But I Have - I'm Writing Two Books A Year Now. It's Like 220,000 Words Or Something Like Finished, And, Honest To God, I Can't Do That. I Really Do Need The Help Of, You Know, Other People Working With Me.

Most People Like A Little Sex In Their Novels.

There's Something About Marriage That Is Not As Intensely Romantic Or Interesting As A Couple's First Meeting.