I Know You Think That

It Took Only Seconds For Me To Make These Discoveries, But Even In That Short Time, My Stomach Nearly Jumped Through My Mouth Trying To Reach The Food.

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.

What Do I Look Like? The Wizard Of Oz? You Need A Brain? You Need A Heart? Go Ahead, Take Mine. Take Everything I Have.

And Then Writing, It Was Like I Just Found It, You Know? Like You Just Found Your Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream, All Of A Sudden There It Is. 'this Is What I Should Have Been Doing For The Last Thirty Years. What Was I Thinking?' So I Was, Then I Was In And Then I Had To Just Keep Going With It.