I Am 82 Years Old.

You Write For Two People, Yourself And Your Audience, Who Are Usually Better Educated And At Least As Smart.

I Know What I Write About Seems Exotic To A Lot Of People, But Not For Me. I Pulled Up To An Old Trading Post And Saw A Few Elderly Navajos Sitting On A Bench. I Felt Right At Home.

An Author Knows His Landscape Best; He Can Stand Around, Smell The Wind, Get A Feel For His Place.

From Where We Stand The Rain Seems Random. If We Could Stand Somewhere Else, We Would See The Order In It.

A Writer Is Like A Bag Lady Going Through Life With A Sack And A Pointed Stick Collecting Stuff.