I Live And Die With

I'm Very Honoured That There Is A Loyal Following And I Hope It Continues

Sometimes I Panic And Think I Can't Really Write.

I'm Jealous Of Everyone Discovering Lovesey And Diamond For The First Time-you Have A Wonderful Backlist To Catch Up On. Me, All I Can Do Is Wait For The Next Book.

It's Hard For Me To Believe That Just My Words On The Page Are Enough. I Ought To Be Out Physically Keeping Abortion Safe And Legal, Restoring The Fourth Amendment, Getting Clean Water Back Into Kentucky Since The Bush Administration Has Allowed Strip Miners To Fill It All Up With Slag. The List Is Endless. Bring It Down. Make It Small. Make It One Thing That You Can Do. It's Very Hard For Me To Remember That.

I Look At The Great Poets Of The Soviet Union, Like Anna Akhmatova, Who Endured Far Worse Then Anything We've Seen Or Hopefully That We Will Ever See. If They Could Keep Writing And Keep A Voice Alive, Keep People Hopeful Through Their Poetry, Then I Would Be Ashamed To Stop And To Give In. It Would Be Really Self-indulgent, Unacceptable, And Inexcusable To Walk Away From It.