Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For

I Am A Failure As A Writer. The Publishers Won't Publish Me, The Bookshops Won't Carry My Books, The Critics Won't Write About Me. I Am Excluded From All Anthologies, And Completely Ignored.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.

Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was Born Of This.

Passion Gives Me Moments Of Wholeness.

Notes Fly So Much Farther Than Words. There Is No Other Way To Reach The Infinite.