50 Words Of Snow Just Didn't Seem

When I'm Writing I've Been Playing Something For A Couple Of Hours And I'm Almost In A Trance. At Two Or Three In The Morning You Can Actually See Bits Inspiration Floating About And Grab Them.

I Spend A Lot Of My Time Looking At Blue, The Colour Of My Room And My Mood.

You Hope That The Ideas Will Come Together. You Just Don't Know. That's Part Of What I Suppose Is Part Of Being Brave And Putting Creative Work Out There.

Everyone Of Us Has A Heaven Inside.

It's Very Unfortunate That War Has Always Been And Probably Always Will Be A Part Of Human Beings On This Planet. It's A Terrible Thing.