The Bark On The Tree Was Just

I Write In The Mornings, Two Or Three Hours Every Day, And Then At Least Four Times A Week I Play In A Duplicate Game At A Bridge Club. I Try To Go To Tournaments Three, Four, Or Five Times A Year.

When I Write A Novel, Every Word Is Mine. I Welcome Suggestions From My Editor, But In The End, I Make All The Final Decisions.

If Only, If Only," The Woodpecker Sighs, "the Bark On The Tree Was As Soft As The Skies." While The Wolf Waits Below, Hungry And Lonely, Crying To The Moo-oo-oon, "if Only, If Only.

If Only, If Only, The Moon Speaks No Reply; Reflecting The Sun And All That's Gone By. Be Strong My Weary Wolf, Turn Around Boldly. Fly High, My Baby Bird, My Angel, My Only

I Guess What Led To Me Writing 'holes' Was Having Moved To Texas In 1991, And It Was Sort Of My Reaction To Texas.