I've Learned That You Can't Control What

Then A Lightning Bolt Shot Straight Through My Skivvies. Sha-zam!

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.

The Real World, Whether We Like It Or Not, Is Right Here, Right Now. All Of This, Every Day, Is Important. Everybody Matters. Everything We Do Has An Effect On Other, Directly Or Indirectly, Whether We Realize It Or Not.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.

Chromosomal Dance Oh, Heavenly Happenstance Rare Creation, You -marcus (poetry Spam #22)