Tweet, Tweet, You're Alive, You

And I Think That In Myself (and Perhaps Evident In What I Write) Fear Of Loss And The Corresponding Instinct To Protect Myself Against Loss Are Potent Forces.

Tweet, Tweet, You're Alive, You Ignorant Asshole.

In Order To Write Novels For A Living - It's Not Pathological, But I Do Think And Worry And Brood And Fidget About Stuff That I'm Working On.

At Heart, Of Course, A Story Itself Is Consolation's Instrument.

Happiness For Me Is Getting To Write About The Most Important Things I Know.