So Far It's 43 Books In 25

Only A Fool Wants War, But Once A War Starts Then It Cannot Be Fought Half-heartedly. It Cannot Even Be Fought With Regret, But Must Be Waged With A Savage Joy In Defeating The Enemy, And It Is That Savage Joy That Inspires Our Bards To Write Their Greatest Songs About Love And War.

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.

A Man Does Not See Where He Treads In Battle, For He Is Watching The Enemy.

At Risk Of Sounding Foully Pompous I Think That Writers' Groups Are Probably Very Useful At The Beginning Of A Writing Career.

So Far It's 43 Books In 25 Years.