I Guess We All Have A Little

If Survival Calls For The Bearing Of Arms, Bear Them You Must. But The Most Important Part Of The Challenge Is For You To Find Another Means That Does Not Come With The Killing Of Your Fellow Man.

Personally, My Daughter's Wedding Gave Me A Tremendous Pleasure. And The Wedding Was A Radiant Event And I Enjoyed It. I Was Afraid I'd Cry. I'm Given To Crying At Odd Times, And I Was Very Much Afraid Of The Emotionalism Of That Moment, But I Didn't Even Come Close To Crying.

Apparently On The Screen I Look Tall, Ageless, And Damned Close To Omniscient-delivering Jeopardy-laden Warnings Through Gritted Teeth. But When People See Me On The Street, They Say 'by God, This Kid Is 5 Foot 5, He's Got A Broken Nose, And Looks About As Foreboding As A Bank Teller On A Lunch Break.'

It's Part Of The Business Of Really Not Caring About Topping Myself Because I Really Don't Care What's Going To Happen. I Think Just Surviving Is A Major Thing. I'd Like To Write Something That My Peers, My Colleagues, My Fellow Writers Would Find A Source Of Respect.

This Is, If Not A Lifetime Process, It's Awfully Close To It. The Writer Broadens, Becomes Deeper, Becomes More Observant, Becomes More Tempered, Becomes Much Wiser Over A Period Time Passing. It Is Not Something That Is Injected Into Him By A Needle. It Is Not Something That Comes On A Wave Of Flashing, Explosive Light One Night And Say, 'huzzah! Eureka! I've Got It!' And Then Proceeds To Write The Great American Novel In Eleven Days. It Doesn't Work That Way. It's A Long, Tedious, Tough, Frustrating Process, But Never, Ever Be Put Aside By The Fact That It's Hard.