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Are There Books About Us Or Something?” This Makes Pressia Angry - The Idea That This World Is A Subject Of Study, A Story, Instead Of Filled With Real People, Trying To Survive.

I'm About To Start Something New. I'm Waiting To Be Whelmed. The Whelming As You Start Something New Is Quite Something.

I Have Faith In Human Beings. I Struggle With That Faith.

And I Know I'm Supposed To Feel Guilty For Wanting People To Buy My Books... And Books In General? Novels And Poetry, They Belong To The Realm Of Art. How Dirty Of Us To Try To Hawk Art! But, After A Decade Of Hand-wringing And Apologies, I Can't Quite Muster The Guilt Anymore.

It's Not That I Bounce Ideas Off Of My Children As Much As It Is That Having Children Has Had A Profound Effect On The Way I See The World. They Have Mined My Soul. They've Made Me A Better Person And Therefore A More Empathetic Writer.