Writing Is A Holy Chore.

Y Is For Yggdrasil. The Legendary Nordic Ash Tree With Its Three Roots Extending Into The Lands Of Mortals, Giants, And Niflheim, The Land Of Mist, Grows In Wisconsin. Legend Has It That When The Tree Falls, The Universe Will Fall. Next Wednesday, The State Highway Commission Comes Through That Empty Pasture With A Freeway.

The Trick Is Not Becoming A Writer. The Trick Is Staying A Writer.

I Hate Being Wrong, But I Love It When I'm Set Straight.

Everybody Has A Talent, Whether It's Scrapbooking, Or Kite-flying, Or Brain Surgery, Or Writing, Everybody Has A Talent. And If They Discover It, And They Turn It To Their Purposes And Make A Living Out Of It, Then They Become Not "that Person," But They Become "that Writer" Or "that Doctor" Or "that Supervisor."

I Refuse To Write The Same Story Twice. I Keep Experimenting. I Keep Learning How To Work. I've Been At It Pretty Much 50 Years, And I'm Now Beginning To Learn How To Do The Job Well.