We All Flee In Hope Of Finding

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.

And I Realize That The Decision To Be Human Is Not One Single Instant, But Is A Thousand Choices Made Very Day. It Is Choices We Make Every Second And Requires Constant Vigilance. We Have To Fight To Remain Human.

Occasionally People Ask Me How It Is I Write Different Types Of Things, And My Answer To That Is It's Very Natural. You Get Bored Writing One Kind Of Thing All The Time.

We Went To The Moon To Have Fun, But The Moon Turned Out To Completely Suck.

I Feel Like It's Hard To Get Into Historical Novels Where You Know What The Story Is Far Too Well.