For Me The End Of A Book

People Spend Thousands Of Dollars On Stereos. Sometimes Tens Of Thousands. There Is A Specialist Industry Right Here In The States Which Builds Stereo Gear To A Standard You Wouldn't Believe. Tubed Amplifiers Which Cost More Than A House. Speakers Taller Than Me. Cables Thicker Than A Garden Hose. Some Army Guys Had That Stuff. I'd Heard It On Bases Around The World. Wonderful. But They Were Wasting Their Money. Because The Best Stereo In The World Is Free. Inside Your Head. It Sounds As Good As You Want It To. As Loud As You Want It To Be.

I Do A Little Fact Checking Now And Then. Other Than That Its Impact Is Simply That Email Has Revolutionized Communication For Me, And My Website Has Built Up A Community Of Readers, Which Is A Lot Of Fun.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Have The "thing" Worked Out - The Trick Or The Surprise Or The Pivotal Fact. Then I Just Start Somewhere And Let The Story Work Itself Out.

For Me The End Of A Book Is Just As Exciting As It Is For A Reader.