I Guess I'm A Hopeful Optimist, Because

I Know Now That The Mythic Monster I Created Was Largely A Fiction.

Writing Is Sweat And Drudgery Most Of The Time. And You Have To Love It In Order To Endure The Solitude And The Discipline.

The Fish Was An Enemy. It Had Come Upon The Community And Killed Two Men, A Woman, And A Child. The People Of Amity Would Demand The Death Of The Fish. They Would Need To See It Dead Before They Could Feel Secure Enough To Resume Their Normal Lives.

You're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat.

Without The Oceans There Would Be No Life On Earth.