Or Maybe I'd Do What I Always

There Are Threads In Our Lives. You Pull One, And Everything Else Gets Affected.

I Love To Write, So It Rarely Seems Like Work - Even When It Gets Arduous.

Maybe There Are Some Things We Were Put On This Earth Not To Know.

The Ornament Of Beauty, Shakespeare Wrote, Is Suspect. And He Was Right. But Beauty Itself, Unadorned And Unaffected, Is Sacred, I Think, Worthy Of Our Awe And Our Loyalty.

I Found That I Could Write Two Kinds Of Short Stories: I Could Write Very Absurd, Kind Of Surrealistic, Funny Stories; Or I Could Write Very Dark, Realistic - Hyper-realistic - Stories. I Was Never Happy With That, Because I Couldn't Meld The Two.