My Heart Was Broken And My Head

I Became A Christian Before I Got Sober. So I Was A Drunk, Bulimic Christian.

I Still Encourage Anyone Who Feels At All Compelled To Write To Do So. I Just Try To Warn People Who Hope To Get Published That Publication Is Not All It Is Cracked Up To Be. But Writing Is.

All Criticism Hurts Me. I'm So In The Wrong Business.

The Worst Time In Any Writer's Life Is The Two Months Before Publication. All Writers Become Mental And Pathetic, Even Those Of Devout Faith, Who Have Some Psychological Healing To Lean Up Against, And Gorgeous Lives. All Writers Think That This Time, The Jig Is Up, And They Will Be Exposed As Frauds.

Laughter Is A Bubbly, Effervescent Form Of Holiness