The Maid Screamed. The Queen Gasped. Sophie

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.

If I Had My Way, I'd Remove January From The Calendar Altogether And Have An Extra July Instead.

Two Rights Don't Equal A Left.

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

So, Please, Oh Please, We Beg, We Pray, Go Throw Your Tv Set Away, And In Its Place You Can Install, A Lovely Bookcase On The Wall.