My Kids Hear Me Behind My Door,

Steve Dallas...a Frat-boy Lawyer Who I Knew In School. He's Never Written Me. I Suspect He Was Shot By An Annoyed Girlfriend, Which Has Saved Me Many Legal Fees.

My Kids Hear Me Behind My Door, Giggling Like An Idiot, And They Roll Their Eyes At The Blatant Indignity Of It All.

The Digital World Has Allowed Me A Connection With My Reader That I'd Never Had Before. I Didn't Meet The People Who Read My Material. The Fan Letters Were Mostly Answered By Professional People That'd Done Them For A Living. And I Didn't Have Any Daily Connection With Their Response To My Work. I Didn't Have A Relationship With My Audience. And Every Artist Should Have It.

The Universe Throws Us Some Obvious Little Pitches Sometimes, And We Need To Be Awake Enough Not To Let Them Slip By.

I Will Go To My Grave In A State Of Abject Endless Fascination That We All Have The Capacity To Become Emotionally Involved With A Personality That Doesn't Exist.