As A Child I Wanted To Be

Can You Become The Hope I Need? Can You Help Me Be More Than It Is Written In My Future Or Past? Is There Another Me To Find?

Looks To Me Like You've Been Making Garbage For A While And Dragging It With You. Now You Need To Get Out Of Here, And That Garbage Is Weighing You Down.

There Is A Crisis Involving Reading In Certain Communities.

As A Writer, I Absorb Stories, Allow Them To Churn Within My Own Head And Heart - Often For Years - Until I Find A Way Of Telling Them That Fits Both My Time And Temperament.

I Wrote For Magazines. I Wrote Adventure Stuff, I Wrote For The 'national Enquirer,' I Wrote Advertising Copy For Cemeteries.