Deception Is Mostly A Game We Play

I Want You, As A Reader, To Experience What I Experience, To Let That Other World, That Imaginary World That I Have Created, Tell You Things About The Real World.

You Spend So Much Time Wondering Who You Are, Don't You Think? You Flounder About, Searching For Your Identity, When Most Of The Time It Is Plain As The Nose On Your Face. You Struggle With Questions Of Purpose And Need, And Forget That The Answers Are Found Mostly Inside Yourselves.

There Is Poetry In Fiction. If You Cannot See It And Feel It When You Write, You Need To Step Back And Examine What You Are Doing Wrong. If You Have Not Figured Out How To Write A Simple Declarative Sentence And Make It Sing With That Poetry, You Are Not Yet Ready To Write An Entire Book.

Hurt Leads To Bitterness, Bitterness To Anger, Travel Too Far That Road And The Way Is Lost.

Evil Contained Is Not Evil Destroyed.