Most Men Would Rather Deny

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

Fiction Is Lies; We're Writing About People Who Never Existed And Events That Never Happened When We Write Fiction, Whether Its Science Fiction Or Fantasy Or Western Mystery Stories Or So-called Literary Stories. All Those Things Are Essentially Untrue. But It Has To Have A Truth At The Core Of It.

My Old Grandmother Always Used To Say, Summer Friends Will Melt Away Like Summer Snows, But Winter Friends Are Friends Forever.

All Dwarfs May Be Bastards Yet Not All Bastards Are Dwarfs.

A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On The Head.