I Am A Natural Optimist But There

It's Funny How, Even Long After You've Accepted The Grief Of Losing Someone You Love And Truly Have Gotten On With Your Life, Every Once In A While Something Comes Up That Plays "gotcha," And For A Moment Or Two The Scar Tissue Separates And The Wound Is Raw Again.

Live Your Life As If You May Lose Everything.

I Certainly Understand Very Much What It's (like When) An Expense Comes Up And You're Trying To Figure Out How To Pay For It.

As A Writer, You Paint Strokes And Leave Suggestions So Readers Can Create Their Own Pictures. That Allows You To Know Someone By A Small Action And It Saves Countless Pages Of Explanation.

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.