I Miss It Every Minute, And I

From Fried Witchetty Grubs To Gold-plated Turnips, When You're A Writer You Never Know What's Going To Appear On Your Plate Next. It Keeps A Woman Alert, It Does.

This Wasn't Prayer Anyway, It Was Just Argument With The Gods. Prayer, He Suspected As He Hoisted Himself Up And Turned For The Door, Was Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other. Moving All The Same.

One Step At A Time, I Can Walk Around The World. Watch Me.

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

Change Is Possible.' 'change Is Inevitable.