I Was An Only Child. I've Known

I Had Spent Years Thinking About One Thing While I Was Doing Another. I Had, In Fact, Prided Myself On Being Able To Do Two Things At Once.

If To Live Is To Progress, If You Are Lucky, From Foolishness To Wisdom, Then To Write Novels Is To Broadcast The Various Stages Of Your Foolishness.

I Readily Admit It Is Easy To Make Of Horses What We Will. Silent, In Some Ways Reserved, They Allow Us To Train Them, And To Project Our Ideas Upon Them; To Ride And Drive Them, And To Make Them Symbolic, Perhaps To A Greater Degree Than Any Other Species.

Many Said That Now There Was No Hope Of Salvation, For A Man Might Do Anything And Be In The Wrong. There Was No Way To Tell. It Was Better To Stay On The Steading And Mind The Cows And Be Content With Such Days As Are Left To One And Cease To Wonder About Life Everlasting.

Before I Write A Novel, Images Float Around In My Head That Work Like Icons - They Are Meaningless In Themselves, But Serve As Reminders.