Being Indian Is Not Blood As Much

You Write For Two People, Yourself And Your Audience, Who Are Usually Better Educated And At Least As Smart.

I Always Try To Make The Setting Fit The Story I Have In Mind.

I Know What I Write About Seems Exotic To A Lot Of People, But Not For Me. I Pulled Up To An Old Trading Post And Saw A Few Elderly Navajos Sitting On A Bench. I Felt Right At Home.

Having Grown Up In Oklahoma When It Was One Of The Last States Which Prohibited Liquor, I Grew Up With War On Drugs, Where Every Teenager Knew Who The Bootleggers Were

Everything Is Connected. The Wing Of The Corn Beetle Affects The Direction Of The Wind, The Way The Sand Drifts, The Way The Light Reflects Into The Eye Of Man Beholding His Reality. All Is Part Of Totality, And In This Totality Man Finds His Hozro, His Way Of Walking In Harmony, With Beauty All Around Him.