Stephen Had Just Come From A Class

I'm One Of The Lucky Writers: Plots Come Easily To Me

I Approach Serious Subjects, And I Like To Have The Good Guys Win And Have The Parents Among The Good Guys

In Los Angeles ... Was The Thinking-est Crowd On Earth: How To Get Ahead, How To Mold A Better Body, How To Have A Better Relationship, How To Score, Earn, Fight, Win, Get Published, Be A Star.

Actually My First Eight Books Were Historical Novels, But They Were Never Published

I Wonder Why We Always Deny Love. I Remember In Middle School, If You Were Accused Of The Crime Of Loving, You Screamed Denials Constantly And Stopped Ever Even Looking At The Boy You Were Accused Of Liking. The Boys Could Destroy Each Other By Yodeling, "an-drew Lo-oves Jen-nie," And Both Andrew And Jennie Would Flinch And Blush. Love Is This Great Thing That Most Songs And Books And Poems And Lives Are All About. So The Minute We Actually Think There Might Be Love Around, We Start Laughing And Pretending And Hiding From It.