If Only, If Only," The Woodpecker Sighs,

An Idea Doesn't Die," Said Trapp. "it Exists Somewhere, In Its Own Dimension, Waiting To Be Perceived.

Okay, You Were Probably Taught There Are Five Senses," He Said. "we See, Hear, Touch, Smell And Taste. But How Do We Know Those Are The Only Five? What Are The Senses That We Don't Have? What Are We Failing To Perceive?

If Only, If Only," The Woodpecker Sighs, "the Bark On The Tree Was As Soft As The Skies." While The Wolf Waits Below, Hungry And Lonely, Crying To The Moo-oo-oon, "if Only, If Only.

When I Turned The Corner, I Saw Toni Waving At Me From The Elevator. I Think I've Already Told You How It Made Me Feel To See Her Smile And Wave At Me. You Can Have Your Sunsets And Waterfalls. If A Piano Were To Suddenly Fall On My Head, That's The Image I'd Want Forever Engraved In My Mind. —alton Richard

I Never Think Of An Entire Book At Once. I Always Just Start With A Very Small Idea. In 'holes,' I Just Began With The Setting; A Juvenile Correctional Facility Located In The Texas Desert. Then I Slowly Make Up The Story, And Rewrite It Several Times, And Each Time I Rewrite It, I Get New Ideas, And Change The Old Ideas Around.