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The Four Sayings That Lead To Wisdom: I Was Wrong I'm Sorry I Don't Know I Need Help

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.

A Journalist Also Needs To Be Disciplined, And So Do I. I Am, Essentially, Lazy. Without Discipline I'd Be Just A Mass Of Gummy Bears On The Sofa Instead Of On Book Tour With My Eighth Novel.

Or - Perhaps - I Should Just Worry About My Own Behavior And Let Others Be Who They Are.

I Had To Learn Compassion. Had To Learn What It Felt Like To Hate, And To Forgive And To Love And Be Loved. And To Lose People Close To Me. Had To Feel Deep Loneliness And Sorrow. And Then I Could Write.