I See All. I Hear All. I

People On The Outside Think There's Something Magical About Writing, That You Go Up In The Attic At Midnight And Cast The Bones And Come Down In The Morning With A Story, But It Isn't Like That. You Sit In Back Of The Typewriter And You Work, And That's All There Is To It.

With The Internet, The Greatest Disseminator Of Bad Data And Bad Information The Universe Has Ever Known, It's Become Impossible To Trust Any News From Any Source At All, Because It's Filtered Through This Crazy Yenta Gossip Line. It's Impossible To Know Anything.

I'm Nothing. Nothing At All Without Writing. Without Truth, My Truth, The Only Truth I Know, It's All A Gambol In The Pasture Without Rhythm Or Sense.

To Say More, Is To Say Less.

I Don't Mind You Thinking I'm Stupid, But Don't Talk To Me Like I'm Stupid.