When In Doubt, Shut Up.

I Believe My Readers Are Crazy About Their Parents And Want To Be Just Like Them When They Grow Up

I Wonder Why We Always Deny Love. I Remember In Middle School, If You Were Accused Of The Crime Of Loving, You Screamed Denials Constantly And Stopped Ever Even Looking At The Boy You Were Accused Of Liking. The Boys Could Destroy Each Other By Yodeling, "an-drew Lo-oves Jen-nie," And Both Andrew And Jennie Would Flinch And Blush. Love Is This Great Thing That Most Songs And Books And Poems And Lives Are All About. So The Minute We Actually Think There Might Be Love Around, We Start Laughing And Pretending And Hiding From It.

She Had Gradually Changed Her Name. "jane" Was Too Dull. Last Year, She'd Added A "y", Becoming Jayne, Which Had More Personality.

I Wrote Eight Full-length Adult Novels In My Twenties. None Of Them Were Published

What More Can Life Hold, Than To Know That Because Of Your Story, Somebody Out There Has Decided To Read Again!