Love Is A Secret Society, A Community

In Terms Of Sheer Writing I Might Have Done Most Of My Work By 11. If You Get Up At 6:30 Or 7 You Can Get A Huge Amount Done By 11 And Have The Rest Of The Day Off If You Want To, Though I Have To Check My Accumulating E-mails. No One Ever Sends Me Horrible E-mails. Although Some Of My Books Are Supposed To Be Hated, No One Ever Tells Me.

I Get Up Between 6:30 And 8 Am. I Used To Make A Cup Of Coffee First Thing, But Now I Have Warm Water With A Bit Of Lemon Juice In It. I've Cut Down On Things As I Was Getting Fat.

The Magic Girl Licked The Wet Off Her Arms And Looked Over To Me As If To Say, See? You Don't Have To Behave Like Them, You Don't Have To Behave Like Anyone.

The Only Thing That Isn't Free Is You. You Do As You're Told. You Sit In Your Seat Until They Say 'stand'. You Stay Put Til They Say 'go'. Maybe That's The Way You Like It. It's Easy. It's All There. You Don't Have To Think About. You Don't Even Have To Feel It.

She Didn't Have To Be Offered Anything; It Was Already Hers. She Was More Herself Than Anyone Else Ever Was And As Soon As I Clapped Eyes On Her I Knew I Wanted To Be Myself Just As Much As She Was Herself.