Even In A Fantasy Realm, Growing Up

Most Of Us Are Called On To Perform Tasks Far Beyond What We Can Do. Our Capabilities Seldom Match Our Aspirations, And We Are Often Woefully Unprepared. To This Extent, We Are All Assistant Pig-keepers At Heart.

The Muse In Charge Of Fantasy Wears Good, Sensible Shoes. No Foam-born Aphrodite, She Vaguely Resembles My Old Piano Teacher, Who Was Keen On Metronomes.

In The Race Of Men Is Much Greed And Envy; But Of Truth, Little.

A Man Who Claims To Be Fearless Is An Idiot Or A Liar.

Most Of My Books Have Been Written In The Form Of Fantasy.