Wherever You Walk, I Go With You.

I Lived Through A Classic Publishing Story. My Editor Was Fired A Month Before The Book Came Out. The Editor Who Took It Over Already Had A Full Plate. It Was Never Advertised. We Didn't Get Reviewed In Any Major Outlets.

Biblical Names Are Hot Again.

Egypt Loved The Lotus Becuase It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved. Thus Can Something As Insignificant As A Name-two Syllables, One High, One Sweet- Summon Up The Innumerable Smiles, Tears, Sighs And Dreams Of A Human Life.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.