A Dream Without A Plan Is Just

February Is Just Plain Malicious. It Knows Your Defenses Are Down.

Since My First Novel Was Rescued From A Slush Pile, It Makes Me Sad That Most Publishing Houses No Longer Accept Unsolicited Manuscripts. Nor Are Many Willing To Take Chances On Novels That Are Not Deemed Immediately "marketable."

Many People Are Angry When They Make A Mistake, But Very Few People Have The Sense To Be Sorry.

Lord, Let Me Heed The Angels You Put In My Path.

What I Have Come To Believe Is That Joy Is The Twin Sister Of Gratitude. I Am Most Joyful When I Am Most Grateful.