Catholics Don't Scream About Jesus, They Scream

With Most Of My Books, I'll Actually Go Out And Look At The Setting. If You Describe Things Carefully, It Kind Of Makes The Scene Pop.

Well, I Am Becoming Doddering And Old But I Have - I'm Writing Two Books A Year Now. It's Like 220,000 Words Or Something Like Finished, And, Honest To God, I Can't Do That. I Really Do Need The Help Of, You Know, Other People Working With Me.

There's Something About Marriage That Is Not As Intensely Romantic Or Interesting As A Couple's First Meeting.

Most People Who Are Trying To Write Kind Of Sit In Their Basements And Pull It Out Of Their Imaginations.

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.