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The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.

Funny, When You Finally Faced Reality, It Was Amazing How Clearly You Could See Things.

I Am A Natural Optimist But There Were Times When (it Seemed Like) I Was Doing Nothing But Adding Up On The Back Of Envelope What I Had To Pay This Month.

It's Funny How, Even Long After You've Accepted The Grief Of Losing Someone You Love And Truly Have Gotten On With Your Life, Every Once In A While Something Comes Up That Plays "gotcha," And For A Moment Or Two The Scar Tissue Separates And The Wound Is Raw Again.

The Flame Of Inspiration Needs To Be Encouraged. Put A Glass Around That Small Candle And Protect It From Discouragement Or Ridicule.