I Learn Things Late-and Only The Hard

I Have Insane Curiosity As To What Happened In All These Events. I Will Never Know. I'm Not A Researcher. I Don't Possess That Kind Of Mind. I Have A Researcher Who Compiles The Fact Sheets And Chronologies That Allow Me To Write These Big Books Of Mine.

I Needed To Address That I've Had Some Profound Moral Shifts In My Own Life.

Where’s Your Sketch Pad?” I Asked. … “i Gave That Up,” Kay Said. “i Wasn’t Very Good, So I Changed My Major.” “to What?” “to Pre-med, Then Psychology, Then English Lit, Then History.” “i Like A Woman Who Knows What She Wants.” Kay Smiled. “so Do I, But I Don’t Know Any.

Well, The Clues Are There. They Always Are. Which Is Why When Crimes Are Solved Decades After The Fact, It's Obvious That The Clues Had Always Been Right In Front Of Them. A Traffic Ticket In Brooklyn Is How They Got ["son Of Sam" Serial Killer] David Berkowitz. You've Just Got To Look.

I Don't Think I Will Write Anything That Could Be Even Remotely Considered A Genre Novel From This Point On. I Think I've Graduated.