Truth Speaks Best In The Language Of

I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining Like The Morning Star. Illuminated Woman Am I.

A Cannon Fires Only Once But Words Detonate Across Centuries

Burnout Is Grist To The Mill. I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words.

It's Always Interesting To See What The Real Enthusiasts Think, But They're Rarely Representative Of The Tastes Of The Wider Audience, So I Tend To Write For Myself, For An Imagined Smart 14-year-old, And For A Couple Of Friends Who Are Still Big Comics Fans.

The More I Think About It, The More I Realize That Schools Are Just Factories For Turning Out Robots, That's All. They Get You When Your Small And Vulnerable And They Take All The Human Parts Away, Bit By Bit, Until You're Just A Wind-up Toy. Turn The Key And Set It Running. And The Toy Goes To University, Gets A Job, Settles Down With Someone Nice.