Once, This Whole World Had

He Had Never Even Glimpsed Her.

She Had Died At Age Twelve, And By Now She Was Nothing But The Memory Of Love-- Nothing, Now, But Bones.

After Memory Keepers Daughter, It Took Me A Few Months To Shut Out The World. I Really Had To Turn Off The Internet And Sort Of Cloister Myself Away From The World Again And Sink Into That Psychic Space To Write Again.

A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different Things.

It's Funny How Things Seem Different, Suddenly.