I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are Extra Clean Feel Extra Cold

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.

Oh, Wise Young Judge.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.