Just Let Your Hand Drop; And Let

Discovering The 'impossible' Ending To A New Book Makes Me Sick With Joy And Relief.

Am I Sleeping? Have I Slept At All? This Is Insomnia.

I Write Because It's A Way Of Presenting Something Without Having To Be There.

I Realized That My Book Readings Were Boring Me. I Was Going To Go Up There And Read A Passage And Sleepwalk Through The Whole Event And I Needed To Make It More Interesting. I Wanted To Be Running And Jumping And Do Something So That The Event Would Be So Exciting. I Had To Trick Myself Into Having Fun Every Time.

I Might Be A Touch Of A Sadist And A Little Bit Jejune... But At Least I'm Not A Victim, Not Any Longer. I Hope. I Hope, Therefore I Am.