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I Am A Natural Optimist But There Were Times When (it Seemed Like) I Was Doing Nothing But Adding Up On The Back Of Envelope What I Had To Pay This Month.

I Certainly Understand Very Much What It's (like When) An Expense Comes Up And You're Trying To Figure Out How To Pay For It.

The Flame Of Inspiration Needs To Be Encouraged. Put A Glass Around That Small Candle And Protect It From Discouragement Or Ridicule.

A Common Question Asked Of Writers Is "when Did You Decide To Become A Writer?" The Answer, Of Course, Is That We Didn't Decide Anything. It Was Decided For Us. I Firmly Believe That Mythical Godmothers Make Appearances At Our Cradles, And Bestow Their Gifts. The Godmother Who Might Have Blessed Me With A Singing Voice Did Not Show Up; The Goddess Of Dance Was Nowhere In Sight; The Chef-to-the-angels Was Otherwise Engaged. Only One Made The Journey To My Cradle, And She Whispered, "you Will Be A Storyteller."

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.