I Will Find The Good In This

There Are Two Kinds Of Women--those Who Eat In A Crisis And Those Who Lose Their Appetite In A Crisis.

There Are People And Places And Events You'd Prefer To Forget Or At Least Gloss Over. In The End, You Can Slap A Pretty Label On It - Like Serendipity Or Fate. Or You Can Believe That It's Just The Random Way Life Unfolds.

Inevitably I Draw On My Own Relationships When I Write, So If I'm Writing About A Fight Between A Husband And His Wife, Of Course I'm Going To Think About A Recent Fight With My Husband. Or If I'm Writing About Sisters, Of Course I'm Going To Think About My Sister.

I Always Find Something In Common With My Protagonist, Particularly When I Write In The First Person.

I Have One Final Hope, If I Get Double Sixes, Maybe He Will Change His Mind, Come Back To Me. As If To Cast A Magic Spell, I Blow On The Dice Just As Dex Did...just As It Happened With Our First Roll, One Die Lands Before Its Mate. On A Six! I Hold My Breath. For A Brief Second, I See A Mess Of Dots, And Think I Have Boxcars Again. I Kneel, Staring At The Second Die. It Is Onle A Five. I Have Rolled An Eleven, It Is As If Someone Is Mocking Me, Saying, Close, But No Dice.