It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking

Old Age Is An Ordeal, Of Flesh And Mind. Of Winding Down, Of Slowing Down, Of Dying Cells. It's Accepting The Loss Of Physical Attractiveness And Replacing It With The Power And Wisdom That Can Only Come With Old Age.

In The Touch, The Love Scenes Are The Same As They Were In The Thorn Birds Or Anything Else Ive Ever Written. I Find A Way Of Saying That Either It Was Heaven Or Hell But In A Way That Still Leaves Room For The Reader To Use Their Own Imagination.

Love And Hate Are Cruel, Only Liking Is Kind

My Fictitious Characters Will Take The Bit Between Their Teeth And Gallop Off And Do Something That I Hadn't Counted On. However, I Always Insist On Dragging Them Back To The Straight And Narrow

I Want To Know What They Look Like, Their Height, And Colouring, Physique And Speech Pattens.