Study What You Love, And Youll Never

Death Comes Black And Hard, Rushing Down On Me From The Future, With No Possible Chance Of Escape.

I Have Memories - But Only A Fool Stores His Past In The Future.

The Fifties Are A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Sleeping Time Between Two Noisy Bursts Of Years, A Blue And White Time Filled With Sweet Yellow Days, Music And Bright Smelling Memories.

Imagine Yourself In The Scene. See What There Is To Be Seen. Listen To The Sounds. Touch The World. Smell The Air. Taste It. Use All Of Your Senses. Then Evoke Those Experiences For The Reader. If You Give The Audience The Flavor, They'll Flesh Out The Moment In Their Own Imaginations.

The Human Race Never Solves Any Of Its Problems, It Only Outlives Them.