Coming After All The Bullshit Related To

There Is Emotion In The Hug, And There Is Respect And A Form Of Love. Emotion That Comes From Honesty, Respect That Comes From Challenge, And The Form Of Love That Exists Between People Whose Minds Have Touched, Whose Hearts Have Touched, Whose Souls Have Touched. Our Minds Touched. Our Hearts Touched. Our Souls Touched. We Separate.

There's Something, I Think, That Gets Lost When We Write Something - Something Gets Lost In The Translation. So I Speak Everything Out, And It's More Important How It Sounds. And Applying That To More Formal Aspects Of Writing.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.

The Afternoon And The Early Evening Slide By In A Lidded Daze Where The Ability To Think In Any Identifiable Way Disappears And Where Every Moment Seems To Be An Eternity.

Being An Unpublished Novelist Has About As Much Social Acceptability As Being A Shopping Bag Lady.