My Illness Is Excruciating And Difficult To

Having A Lot Of People Suddenly Depending On Me To Get The Job Done Was A Marvelous Motivator. The Book And Movie Deals Seemed To Flip A Switch In My Head, And Off I Went

In 1938... The Year's #1 Newsmaker Was Not Fdr, Hitler, Or Mussolini. Nor Was It Lou Gehrig Or Clark Gable. The Subject Of The Most Newspaper Column Inches In 1938 Wasn't Even A Person. It Was An Undersized, Crooked-legged Racehorse Named Seabiscuit.

For Me, Being A Writer Was Never A Choice. I Was Born One. All Through My Childhood I Wrote Short Stories And Stuffed Them In Drawers. I Wrote On Everything. I Didn't Do My Homework So I Could Write

Fatigue Is What We Experience, But It Is What A Match Is To An Atomic Bomb.

He Had No Money And No Home; He Lived Entirely On The Road Of The Racing Circuit, Sleeping In Empty Stalls, Carrying With Him Only A Saddle, His Rosary, And His Books...the Books Were The Closest Thing He Had To Furniture, And He Lived In Them The Way Other Men Live In Easy Chairs.