Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.

I Don't Like Outlining, Because Books Are Organic Things. Sometimes A Book Doesn't Want To Be Written In A Certain Way.

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.

Keeping Up The Appearance Of Having All Your Marbles Is Hard Work, But Important.

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.