And I'm A Slow Writer: Five, Six

But The Same Thing Was True In The Army. You Slept In A Barracks With All Kinds Of People Of Every Nationality, Every Trade, Every Character And Quality You Can Imagine, And That Was A Good Experience.

Writing Is Very Hard Work And Knowing What You're Doing The Whole Time.

Generally The First Week In September Brings The Hottest Weather Of The Year, And This Was No Exception. Overhead The Fans Turned Slow, Their Paddle Blades Stirring The Air Up Close To The Ceiling But Nowheres Else.

I Abhor The Idea Of A Perfect World. It Would Bore Me To Tears.

Longevity Conquers Scandal Every Time.