She Wrote, 'dandelion, I Love You.' And

Being A Teenager Is As Difficult As Living With One. And We've All Been There. Perhaps That's The Reason We're So Hard On Them.

In Terms Of Sheer Writing I Might Have Done Most Of My Work By 11. If You Get Up At 6:30 Or 7 You Can Get A Huge Amount Done By 11 And Have The Rest Of The Day Off If You Want To, Though I Have To Check My Accumulating E-mails. No One Ever Sends Me Horrible E-mails. Although Some Of My Books Are Supposed To Be Hated, No One Ever Tells Me.

I Read All The Time So It's Difficult To Say Who My All-time Favourites Are. One Is George Orwell, Because He Makes Political Writing So Simple A Child Could Understand It.

He'd Come Back, All Open And Helpless, And I Suppose That's What Won Her Around In The End. But It Was So Sad, Because It Was Being Himself That He Found So Difficult To Cope With.

Sometimes Maybe You Need An Experience. The Experience Can Be A Person Or It Can Be A Drug. The Experience Opens A Door That Was There All The Time But You Never Saw It. Or Maybe It Blasts You Into Outer Space...all That Negative Stuff. All The Pain...it Just Floted Away From Me, I Just Floated Away From It...up And Away.