If They Would All Sleep All The

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.

Sometimes I Would Like To Cry. I Close My Eyes. Why Weren't We Designed So That We Can Close Our Ears As Well? (perhaps Because We Would Never Open Them.) Is There Some Way That I Could Accelerate My Evolution And Develop Earlids?

I Can't Imagine What It Would Be Like To Write In A Relaxed State. I'm Going To Be Writing Some Stories For My Own Interest. I Want To Experiment With Different Things And See If I Can Approach Writing With Much Less Control And In A Better Psychological State. It Will Be Like Breaking Out Of A Straitjacket.

It's Been Said That The Men In My Books Have Been Absent, Or Weak, Or Creepy.

The Grim Reaper, Gloria Corrected Herself - If Anyone Deserved Capital Letters It Was Surely Death. Gloria Would Rather Like To Be The Grim Reaper. She Wouldn't Necessarily Be Grim, She Suspected She Would Be Quite Cheerful (come Along Now, Don't Make Such A Fuss).