Everybodys Got Their Own Situation

I Wonder How Many Ways There Are For A Mother To Produce That Wreckage In Her Own Daughter, And My Muscles Tense As I Think Of Them.

I Once Saw A Picture In The Paper Of John Hegley With 'poet' Written On His Knuckles, And I Thought That Was Pretty Cool, So I Was Quite Up Front About It.

All The Emails I Get These Days Start With Sorry But I've Been So Busy, And I Don't Understand How We Can Be So Busy And Then Have Nothing To Say To Each Other.

You Must Always Look With Both Of Your Eyes And Listen With Both Of Your Ears. He Says This Is A Very Big World And There Are Many Many Things You Could Miss If You Are Not Careful. There Are Remarkable Things All The Time, Right In Front Of Us, But Our Eyes Have Like The Clouds Over The Sun And Our Lives Are Paler And Poorer If We Do Not See Them For What They Are. If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things, How Can They Be Called Remarkable?

Last Week I Was Just Someone Who Had Had A First Novel Published.