I Spend Far Too Much

I Calmed Myself By Walking Into My Nearby Bookstore And Marveling At All The Books Other People Had Written. So Many People Had Finished And Published Novels; It Couldn’t Be So Hard, Right?

I Am Simply Looking For A Companion With Whom To Spend My Days, A Companion Who Will Cherish As Much As I The Stupidity Of Living In The Moment, And Spend Every Dull, Amazing Second With Me.

The Twisty Nature Of Psychic Attack - Are You Being Attacked, Or Did You Bring This Attack On Yourself? - Speaks To Me Of An American Cultural Paradox We All Grapple With. There's The Rampant Litigiousness Of Our Society, And The Desire To Blame Others For Our Misfortunes.

I Needed To Understand This Random Bad Bit Of Luck As Part Of A Bigger Design. Otherwise I Was Suffering Meaninglessly. This Made The Suffering A Lot Worse.

A Logic Proof Is: You Get A Starting Point And An Ending Point, And You Have To Get There Through All These Different Steps And Tautologies. I Approach Novel Writing That Way. When I Get To The End I Have To Go Back And Connect Everything.