I Am The Literary Equivalent Of A

So Okay - There You Are In Your Room With The Shade Down And The Door Shut And The Plug Pulled Out Of The Base Of The Telephone. You've Blown Up Your Tv And Committed Yourself To A Thousand Words A Day, Come Hell Or High Water. Now Comes The Big Question: What Are You Going To Write About? And The Equally Big Answer: Anything You Damn Well Want.

Stories Are Artifacts, Not Really Made Things Which We Create And Can Take Credit For, But Pre-existing Objects Which We Dig Up.

Go Now. Our Journey Is Done. And May We Meet Again, In The Clearing, At The End Of The Path.

Life Isn't Always A Butcher's Game. Sometimes The Prizes Are Real. Sometimes They're Precious.

Explanations Are Such Cheap Poetry.