I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think

I've Already Said You Can't Take Anything From Me That I Wouldn't Freely Give You.

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

That’s It?” Jason Asked. “you Spent An Hour Talking About How Lucky You Were To Be Dying?” No, Not Dying, Son. Living.

Our Lives Hang In The Balance Of Unpredictable Situations. One Minute You're Driving Down The Road Whistling A Tune, The Next Moment The Car Right In Front Of You Spins Out Of Control And Crashes. How You Prepare For Those Unpredictable Occurrences Determines Whether You Live Or Die. Always Leave An Empty Lane To Your Right Or Left For Escape.

I Think Everything We Do, On One Level Or Another, As Writers, Most Of Our Writing Is Informed By Our World View. It's Informed By Our Own Understanding Of Spirituality; Things That Matter, Things That Are Important To Us. I Write About Things That Matter For Me.