Words Matter, Words Have Import.

All Our Stories Are Simultaneously Unique And Desperately Similar, Aren't They?

We Can Rarely Tell Others What We Really Think About Them--not Just Because It Would So Wound Them, But Also Because It Would So Wound Ourselves.

We All Talk About How Much We Hate Lies. Yet We Prefer, So Often, To Be Lied To....because It Allows Us To Dodge All Those Painful Truths We'd Rather Not Hear.

There Is Much To Be Said For Solitude.

With A Novel, No Matter Where I Am In It, I'm Fretting About It. Every Time I Write A Book, It Starts With Great Forward Momentum. Then There Seems To Be A Period Where It Slows Down A Bit, And Other Things Intervene. Then I Gain Momentum.