I'd Defend The Right For Any Novelist

But There Are Times In Life When A Door Opens And You Are Offered A Glimpse Of The Light On The Water, And You Know That If You Don't Take It, That Door Slams Shut, And Maybe Forever. Maybe You Fool Yourself Into Thinking That You Had A Choice At All; Maybe You Were Always Going To Say Yes. Maybe Refusing Was No More A Choice Than Is Holding Your Breath. You Were Always Going To Breathe. You Were Always Going To Say Yes.

It's Just That To A Lot Of British People George Bush Represents The Worst Of All Things American. He's The Right-wing Christian Crusader, The Toxic Texan Who Refused Kyoto, The Poll-cheat Eel Who Undermined Democracy On The Back Of Something Called 'chads,' A Notion We've Never Entirely Grasped.

That's Emails For Ya: Sometimes They're Like An Arrow That Hits So Deep In The Target, You Can't Pull It Out.

Since I've Been Hired To Contribute To The Storyline Of 'doom 4' I Can Say What Was Always True Anyway. I'm Working. You See, For A Writer, Lots Of Stuff That Doesn't Look Like Working Is Actually Working. Looking Out Of The Window, For Example. Balancing A Pencil On The Edge Of The Desk In Order To Find Its Exact Fulcrum. Playing 'doom.

Perhaps Writers Should Never Be Allowed To Get Together In A Workplace Context. It's Not Like Studying Computer Science, After All. The Emotions Are At Large, And Are Shared And Are Questioned. There Is A Vulnerability.