It's Just A Crazy Damned

I Don't Like Outlining, Because Books Are Organic Things. Sometimes A Book Doesn't Want To Be Written In A Certain Way.

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

Then I Lie Down On The Horse Blanket And Drift Into A Dream About Marlena That Will Probably Cost Me My Soul.

When Did I Stop Being Me?

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.