Right Now, I'm Writing Song Lyrics. Experimenting

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

Shakespeare In Love... Such Smart Writing Of An Alternative View Of History, And Such Beautiful Acting. Like Most Americans, I'm A Sucker For The Accent.

I Got Nice Rejections Explaining That Historical Fiction Was A Difficult Sell. But I Kept Trying.

Egypt Loved The Lotus Because It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved.

The Painful Things Seemed Like Knots On A Beautiful Necklace, Necessary For Keeping The Beads In Place.