Whether I'm Writing About Plumbers Or Psychics

I Have A Daughter Who, When Younger, Possessed No Barrier Between Her Emotional Self And The Outside World. Her Emotional Insides Spilled Out All Over, And, Especially When I Was Sleep-deprived And Probably A Little Paranoid, This Really Threatened Me. It Was As If She Were Embodying And Expressing The Insecurities And Freaked-outedness I Never Express, And Which I've Learned Over The Years To Keep Hidden.

I Don't Usually Read My Reviews. I've Noticed Older Reviewers Are Much More Bothered By The Plot Complications. Younger Reviews Don't Seem To Be Bothered By The Complications At All.

The Dreamed Outcome Of Launching A Psychic Attack Can Make You Feel Small And Petty. I Think For That Reason I'm Going To Refrain From Launching Any.

A Friend Of Mine Urged Me To See My Pain As An Opportunity. And Since The Same Psychic That Contacted Dion Fortune Had Told Me That I Was A "teacher" - She Didn't Mean At Columbia, She Meant In The Spiritual Sense - I Decided My Affliction Was The Universe Telling Me That It Was Time To Stop Writing Fiction And Become The Spiritual Guru I Was Clearly Meant To Be.

A Logic Proof Is: You Get A Starting Point And An Ending Point, And You Have To Get There Through All These Different Steps And Tautologies. I Approach Novel Writing That Way. When I Get To The End I Have To Go Back And Connect Everything.