If You Wish, I Shall Go Personally

Sungold Blew Impatiently And Began To Dig A Hole With One Foot. She Booted His Elbow With Her Toe And He Stopped, But After A Moment He Lowered His Head And Blew Again, Harder, And She Could Feel Him Shifting His Weight, Considering If She Might Let Him Dig Just A Small Hole.

The Weak Grey Light That Serves As Harbinger Of Red And Golden Dawn Faintly Lit My Window. I Fumbled For A Candle, Found And Lit It, And By Its Little Light Saw That The Rose Floating In The Bowl Was Dying. It Had Already Lost Most Of Its Petals, Which Floated On The Water Like Tiny, Un-seaworthy Boats, Deserted For Safer Craft. "dear God," I Said. "i Must Go Back At Once.

Charlie Is One Of The Big Good Guys In My Universe.

I Don't Differentiate In The Way That The Genre Creators Want Differentiation To Be Made. I Feel That I Have Never Written Children's Or Ya Stories Particularly.

Never Assume. Never Make Plans. Keep Doing The Press-ups And Deep Knee Bends: You'll Need All Your Strength And Flexibility When Your Life Suddenly Implodes. Maybe It Won't — Some People Do Lead Enchanted Lives — But Odds Are That It Will. Some Time.