If You're Not Ready To

That's The Thing With Magic. You've Got To Know It's Still Here, All Around Us, Or It Just Stays Invisible For You.

My Theory About Writing Is That One Should Write Books You'd Like To Read, But No One Else Has Written Yet. So, As Long As I Stick With That, I'm Entertaining Myself, And Then Hopefully My Readers As Well. I Hope To God I Realize That I'm Repeating Myself, If I Ever Do. But If I Don't, I'm Sure My Readers Will Let Me Know.

One Expected Growth, Change; Without It, The World Was Less, The Well Of Inspiration Dried Up, The Muses Fled.

The Puppet Thinks: It's Not So Much What They Make Me Do As Their Hands Inside Me.

It Seems Like I Always Wrote, I Just Didn't Think Of It As A Career Choice. I Just Liked To Tell Stories ... To Myself, To Pen Pals (i Had A Lot Of Them, All Over The World). Of Course This Was In The Days Before Computers Were Everywhere, And Anyone Could Access The Web. You Had To Make An Effort Keeping Up A Correspondence, And The Arrival Of The Mail Once A Day Was A Big Deal. I Think If Modern Technology Had Been Around When I Was A Kid, I Would Never Have Left My Bedroom Except To Take The Dogs Out For Their Run Three Times A Day.