Come Right Up Close To Me And

I Doubt I Would Have Written A Line ... Unless Some Minor Tragedy Had Sort Of Twisted My Mind Out Of The Normal Rut.

Of Course Not. You Can't Have A Family Hanging Over You Like A Bunch Of Old Dead Goats. No Offense.

I'm Wondering What To Read Next.

Perhaps It's Chasing Me. But I Don't Think It Will Ever Catch Me Because I Am Moving Fast.

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.