It Was Like Drowning, Only From The

The Quiet, Singing Voice Of The Rose. The Song That Promised All Might Be Well, All Might Be Well, That All Manner Of Things Might Be Well.

Read A Lot, Write A Lot Is The Great Commandment.

The Soil Of A Man’s Heart Is Stonier; A Man Grows What He Can And Tends It.

The Situation Comes First...the Characters...come Next...[then] Begin To Narrate.

In The Years Since, I've Discovered There's A Lot To Be Said For Boredom.