It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking

It's A Dead Give Away Of An Inexperienced Writer If Every Character Speaks With The Same Voice

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.

I Hate Being On My Best Behavior. It Brings Out The Absolute Worst In Me.

I Am Writing A Sequel To The Touch Because I Want To Further Explore The Chinese Question That I Have Raised. There Will Be More About That In A Sequel.

What Was Sleep? A Blessing, A Respite From Life, An Echo Of Death, A Demanding Nuisance?