Let's Hope The First Comes First.

I Think You're A Wonder. You're Beautiful. You're Mature. You Are, I Admit, Vastly More Experienced Than I Am. That's What Threw Me. I Was Thrown. Forgive Me.

I Was Gushing And I Knew It. I Surprised Myself With My Eagerness To Please, Felt Myself Saying Too Much, Explaining Too Much, Overinvolved And Overexcited In The Way You Are When You're A Kid And You Think You've Found A Soul Mate In The New Boy Down The Street And You Feel Yourself Drawn By The Force Of The Courtship And So Act As You Don't Normally Do And A Lot More Openly Than You May Even Want To.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Works-in-progress.

The Tragedy Of The Man Not Set Up For Tragedy ? That Is Every Man?s Tragedy.

I Cannot And Do Not Live In The World Of Discretion, Not As A Writer, Anyway. I Would Prefer To, I Assure You - It Would Make Life Easier. But Discretion Is, Unfortunately, Not For Novelists.