She Needed To Get Out

The Same Way That Some People Can Play The Piano, I Can Do Plots! They Just Come!

Ella's Supersonic Voice Followed Her All The Way To Bleecker Street And Then Dissolved Amid The Noisy Profusion Of Shops, Cafes, And Restaurants And The Crush Of People That Made The West Village Of Manhattan Unique In The World. In A Single Block You Could Buy Fertility Statues From Tanzania, Rare Amazonian Orchids, A Pawned Brass Tuba, Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, Or The Best, Most Expensive Cup Of Coffee You Ever Tasted. It Was The Doughnuts, Incidentally, That Attracted Gaia.

Jessica Walked Away From Aaron And Ken, Flashing Them Both A Big Smile. They Were Both Very Attractive - She Had Dated Each Of Them A Number Of Times. In Fact, Not Too Long Ago She Had Contemplated Falling In Love With Ken For Lack Of Anything Better To Do.

Love Was More Than Blind. It Was Deaf And Dumb, Too. It Was Catatonic. It Was Vegetative.

I Get Some Of My Ideas From Watching My Three Daughters, But Most Of Them Come From My Own Memories Of Growing Up. I Can Remember How Romantic I Was, Not Just About Love, But Romance In The Classic Sense - The Romantic Ideals: Of Honor And Truth, Of Loyalty, Sacrifice And Fairness. Those Were The Elements That Made A Story Satisfying To Me.