A Cat Doesn't Linger Over Making It's

It Is The Custom To Sneer At The Modern Apartment-house, Television, Big-city Christmas, With Its Commercial Taint . . . Office Parties, Artificial . . . Christmas Trees . . . But Future Generations In Search Of Their Lost Christmases May Well Remember Its Innocence; Yes, And Its Beauty, Too.

There Is The Little Matter Of Disposal Of Droppings In Which The Cat Is Far Ahead Of Its Rivals. The Dog Is Somehow Thrilled By What He Or Any Of His Friends Have Produced, Hates To Leave It, Adores Smelling It, And Sometimes Eats It.

It Is Only When You Open Your Veins And Bleed Onto The Page A Little That You Establish Contact With Your Reader. If You Do Not Believe In The Characters Or The Story You Are Doing At That Moment With All Your Mind, Strength, And Will, If You Don't Feel Joy And Excitement While Writing It, Then You're Wasting Good White Paper, Even If It Sells, Because There Are Other Ways In Which A Writer Can Bring In The Rent Money Besides Writing Bad Or Phony Stories.

One Is Always Seeking The Touchstone That Will Dissolve One's Deficiencies As A Person And As A Craftsman. And One Is Always Bumping Up Against The Fact That There Is None Except Hard Work, Concentration, And Continued Application.

A Cat Doesn't Linger Over Making It's Desires Felt.