When I Sit Down To Write A

. . . Your History Is No Less Important To Your Survival Than Your Ability To Breathe. In The End, You Can Only Determine Whether To Saturate Your Memories With Pain Or With Perspective. Forgetting Is Not An Option. I Tell You The Truth Now: Pain Was Not God's Plan For This Life. It Is A Reality, But It Is Not A Part Of The Plan.

That’s It?” Jason Asked. “you Spent An Hour Talking About How Lucky You Were To Be Dying?” No, Not Dying, Son. Living.

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

When You Step Away From It All, You Lose Perspective.

When I Sit Down To Write A Novel, I Am Exploring My Own Relationship With God, With The Struggle Between Good And Evil, My Own Purpose.