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One Christmas Build-up Tradition, However, Has Totally Bypassed Me - That Of Going Up To Town And Doing A Show.

I Feel I'm Trying To Get This Really Crap Car Going, And It Just Keeps Stalling On Me. And Then Other Times I Feel Like My Life's A Train Thundering Toward Me, And I'm In A Car Stuck On The Crossroads And Can't Get Out. Isn't It Great Being Young!

Families, Generally, Suck. And I Say That As Someone Who, Like My Husband, Had Parents Who Proved The Proverbial Exception To The Rule.

Writing Is More Than Anything A Compulsion, Like Some People Wash Their Hands Thirty Times A Day For Fear Of Awful Consequences If They Do Not. It Pays A Whole Lot Better Than This Type Of Compulsion, But It Is No More Heroic.

I Don't Really Care What People Tell Children - When You Believe In Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny And The Tooth Fairy, One More Fib Won't Hurt. But I Am Infuriated By The Growing Notion, Posited In Some Touchy-feely Quarters, That All Women Are, Or Can Be, Beautiful.