If You Want To Be Happy For

If You Want To Be Happy For Life, Love What You Do.

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.

A Common Question Asked Of Writers Is "when Did You Decide To Become A Writer?" The Answer, Of Course, Is That We Didn't Decide Anything. It Was Decided For Us. I Firmly Believe That Mythical Godmothers Make Appearances At Our Cradles, And Bestow Their Gifts. The Godmother Who Might Have Blessed Me With A Singing Voice Did Not Show Up; The Goddess Of Dance Was Nowhere In Sight; The Chef-to-the-angels Was Otherwise Engaged. Only One Made The Journey To My Cradle, And She Whispered, "you Will Be A Storyteller."

As A Writer, You Paint Strokes And Leave Suggestions So Readers Can Create Their Own Pictures. That Allows You To Know Someone By A Small Action And It Saves Countless Pages Of Explanation.

The Truth Is I Hate Cocktail Parties When The Only Person I Know Is My Supposed Date, And He Abandons Me The Minute We Come In The Door.