I Think Living The Blessed Life Is

Riding The Train Gives Him Too Much Time To Think, He Has Decided. Too Much Thinking Can Ruin You.

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

I Can Write For A Long Time On One Novel And Not Get Tired.

Make Peace With What Is.

I Am Also Working On A Couple Of Short Stories For Anthologies. This Is New To Me And Im Enjoying It.