In Life You Get One Take, And

Certain Stories We Carry With Us, Events In Our Life, They Define Who We Are. It's Not A Matter Of Getting Over Anything; We Have To Make The Best Of It.

The First Book I Could Call Mine, My First Book, Was A Picture Book, The Magic Monkey - It Was Adapted From An Old Chinese Legend By A Thirteen-year-old Prodigy Named Plato Chan With The Help Of His Sister.

If It Had Been A Heart Attack, The Newspapermight Have Used The Word Massive,as If A Mountain Range Had Openedinside Her, But Insteadit Used The Word Suddenly, A Light Coming Onin An Empty Room. The Telephonefell From My Shoulder, A Black Parrot Repeatingsomething Happened, Something Awfula Sunday, Dusky. If It Had Beenterminal, We Could Have Cradled Heras She Grew Smaller, Wiped Her Mouth,said Good-bye. But It Was Sudden,how Overnight We Could Be Orphaned& The World Became A Bell We'd Crawl Inside& The Ringing All We'd Eat.

Read As Much As You Can. Write Only When You Feel The Inner Need To Do So. And Don’t Ever Rush Into Print.

That Soldiers Do Terrible Things During Wartime Should Not Surprise Us.