Look At Me. My Concerns-are

They Say The Smart Dog Obeys But The Smarter Dog Knows When To Disobey.

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but Who Here Is Quite Himself? And Yet There Is A Way In Which We Are All More Ourselves Than Ever, I Suppose.

I Probably Have Less Revision Than Those Who Have That Wonderful Rush Of Story To Tell - You Know, I Can't Wait To Tell You What Happened The Other Day. It Comes Tumbling Out And Maybe Then They Go Back And Refine. I Kind Of Envy That Way Of Working, But I Just Have Never Done It.