A Man Does Not See Where He

So Far It's 43 Books In 25 Years.

At Risk Of Sounding Foully Pompous I Think That Writers' Groups Are Probably Very Useful At The Beginning Of A Writing Career.

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

Then You Start Another Book And Suddenly The Galley Proofs Of The Last One Come In And You Have To Wrench Your Attention Away From What You're Writing And Try To Remember What You Were Thinking When You Wrote The Previous One.

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.