I Am Now Working On The Second

The Mountains Are So Beautiful They Make Me Ache Inside Because The Moment I Look Away I Know I Shall Need To See Them Again. And I Cannot Spend The Rest Of My Life Standing On The Spot Starting At Shifting Sunlight And Mist And Shadows Across The Sea.

I Did A Complete Rewrite Of 650 Pages In Two Weeks.

... She Knew In Her Heart That To Be Without Optimism, That Core Of Reasonless Hope In The Spirit Rather Than The Brain, Was A Fatal Flaw, The Seed Of Death.

Be Aware That You Can Truly Help People Only By Aiding Them To Become What They Are, Not What You Are. I Have Heard You Say 'if I Were You, I Would Do This, Or That.' 'i' Am Never 'you'--and My Solutions May Not Be Yours.

Some Kinds Of Beauty Did Not Heal, But Hollowed The Pain Even Deeper.