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But I'm Taking Small Steps 'cause I Don't Know Where I'm Going I'm Taking Small Steps And I Don't Know What To Say. Small Steps, Trying To Pull Myself Together And Maybe I'll Discover A Clue Along The Way!

I Write In The Mornings, Two Or Three Hours Every Day, And Then At Least Four Times A Week I Play In A Duplicate Game At A Bridge Club. I Try To Go To Tournaments Three, Four, Or Five Times A Year.

When I Write A Novel, Every Word Is Mine. I Welcome Suggestions From My Editor, But In The End, I Make All The Final Decisions.

It Was All Because Of His No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealinggreat-great-grandfather!

There Was Something Special About Being In A Strange Place, All Alone In A Mass Of People Even If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life, Or Perhaps Especially If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life.