I'm Not Chinese. I Thrive In Interesting

I Write On A Computer, But I've Run The Complete Gambit. When I Was Very Young, I Wrote With A Ballpoint Pen In School Notebooks. Then I Got Pretentious And Started Writing With A Dip Pen On Parchment (i Wrote At Least A Novel-length Poem That Way). Moved On To A Fountain Pen. Then A Typewriter, Then An Electric Self-correct. Then Someone Gave Me A Word Processor And I Was Amazed At Being Able To Fit Ten Pages On One Of Those Floppy Discs.

In The Dark Attics Of Our Minds, All Times Mingle.

Even, She Thought, Even Without The Gift Of Witchsight, There Was More Beauty To Be Found In The World Than Could Ever Be Snared In Language Or Music. And With The Sight.

Gina Always Believed There Was Magic In The World. "but It Doesn't Work In The Way It Does In Fairy Tales," She Told Me. "it Doesn't Save Us. We Have To Save Ourselves.

One Cannot Seek To Uphold Honor In A Being That Has None.