When I Sit Down To Write, I

She Has The Gift Of Accepting Her Life.

I Would Not Send A First Story Anywhere. I Would Give Myself Time To Write A Number Of Stories.

One Hand, Five Homes. A Lifetime In A Fist.

You Are Still Young, Free.. Do Yourself A Favor. Before It's Too Late, Without Thinking Too Much About It First, Pack A Pillow And A Blanket And See As Much Of The World As You Can. You Will Not Regret It. One Day It Will Be Too Late.

A Writer Has To True To Him Or Herself. Period. That’s It!